The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back

Chapter 18:Lunch is served

Kira's POV

The roar from outside caused the four gunmen before me to shiver in fear, almost making me burst into laughter at the expressions on their faces.

“Guess who's coming…” I asked in a sing-song tone, watching them crawl backward in fear. The stench of their terror almost made me want to puke.

Oh, my little kitty, she isn't here yet, but her presence is already felt. How sweet…

Just then, I saw the guards pushing the cage over to where we were.

“This will be fun,” a soft chuckle escaped my lips. My eyes twinkled as I rubbed my hands together. A lot of fun!

I casually got up from the chair and strolled over to the cage.

“Hey, my sweet little one,” I cooed, reaching my hand into the cage to caress her head. She let out a purr, and I nodded, “Aye. I can tell you're hungry. I have four grown-ups for you. How would you like to taste them?” I asked my tiger with a smile. “Do you want them raw or cooked, baby?”

I was staring right at my baby, yet I could smell and feel the fear oozing from the gunmen. Now, they'll tell me what I want to know.

The tiger let out a growl, and I chuckled, a satisfied chuckle.

“Aww, really? That's how you want it? No problem,” I smiled sweetly as I turned to face the men who had crawled to the end of the cell. If they could sink into the wall, they would have done that long ago.

“So…” I began walking toward them as I spoke, my hands intertwined behind my back, swinging them in excitement, “My baby said it’s been a long time since she tasted fresh human meat and wouldn’t mind having you all piece by piece. Right, my love?” She roared again.

“I would have just easily opened the cage and let her have her way, but my kitty doesn’t know how to count. She’ll eat more than four,” I explained and saw how the guards around also took a few steps backward.

Waving my hand in a nonchalant manner, I spoke up once again, “Oh well, since I cannot let that happen, I have decided to start with one. So who’s gonna sacrifice himself as my baby’s food?” My face suddenly became serious.

“You! Come forward,” I pointed at one of them whose fear had reached its peak. He was literally shivering from the moment he saw Kitty.

“No?” I asked him when he shook his head. Is he gonna cry? Oh, my world! He is crying… my eyes trailed towards his pants when I caught a whiff of urine. The i***t had peed on himself. Disgusting. Who the f**k sent these amateurs to kill me?

“Are you crying? And eww, you peed too. Very bad. You’re a shame and disgrace to your profession. Now, do you mind telling me what I need to know and you won’t have to enter my baby’s belly,” a smile creeping on my face.

“I… he… he knows… he is… the one… I don’t know,” he stuttered. I pressed my lips together, my brows furrowed as I wondered what he was speaking about.

“Your sentence isn’t clear, young man. If you want to get out of here alive, you’ll have to speak up properly,” I was running out of patience, and I was sure my hungry baby was too. Lunch was kneeling right in front of her.

“Ask Andrew,” he cried again, pointing at the second in command.

“Andrew, start speaking. You do know that the person warned you not to underestimate me. I am a very wicked person, you see. A demoness in the making, and I don’t mind using you as practice to see how cruel I can be.”

Seeing that the second in command was acting all tough and mighty, I walked over to the guard and took the sword he was holding. Andrew’s eyes were daring me; he didn’t think I would do it. Who was he protecting, and how much did he take to keep his mouth shut like that?

“Hey, come here and hold his arm firmly for me,” I ordered one of the guards.

The guard grabbed Andrew's arm, pinning him to the ground. Andrew struggled, but the guard's grip was ironclad.

“Last chance, Andrew. Talk or lose an arm,” I said, raising the sword high.

Andrew's eyes widened in fear, and he finally broke. “Alright, alright! I’ll talk! Just don’t hurt me!”

“Too late,” I said, my voice cold and unyielding. “Let me chop this off so you'll learn not to underestimate or delay me.”

With that, I raised the sword and brought it down on his arm, severing it from his body. A sharp cry erupted from his throat, followed by a torrent of curses in languages I didn't understand.

“Pick it up and let my love have a taste of her meal,” I commanded. One of the guards quickly picked the arm off the ground and threw it into the cage. Kitty rushed forward, devouring the arm with a savage ferocity.

“Now, where should I cut next?” I asked, my voice dripping with menace.

“Richard! Richard sent us!” Andrew screamed, tears streaming down his face as he tried to stop the blood gushing from his stump.

“Who?” I furrowed my brows. Richard? Who the hell is Richard?

The sharp cries of the stupid man made it hard to concentrate. The name didn't ring any bells.

“Richard! The third son of Don Jones!” he cried out.

Raising an eyebrow, I almost laughed. Someone from the family, huh? When do they plan to stop? After I’ve killed them all?

“Richard, huh?” I nodded slowly. “Let's go pay this silly dude call Richard a visit. Now, where does he live?”

The men looked at me like I had grown two heads. What was their problem? Can't I ask that?

“Ma'am Kira, sir Richard lives inside the mansion,” one of the guards behind me announced.

“Oh.”

That was all I could say. I didn't expect that the man would be living in the same house as me. He has the balls to send people to kill me even after all he has seen me do. Wonderful! I should give him an applause. All of them are just totally senseless. Completely useless.

Well, except for one… Ashton. He is not completely useless after all. I mean, there is a whole lot I can do with a good fucker like him. Even if I wish to kill all of them, I might just spare Ashton for his well-functioning d**k.

“So, this is where we make our way back into the mansion and find Richard,” I began to walk out of the cell. “I am very sure that four men wouldn’t be enough for my baby. Let's get Richard as dessert.”

“Ma'am, ma'am, you promised not to kill us,” one of the men cried, desperation thick in his voice.

I stopped in my tracks, slowly turning to face him. My eyes narrowed as I regarded him with a mixture of amusement and contempt. I walked back towards him, each step deliberate and measured. When I was standing right in front of him, I leaned down, bringing my face close to his.

“Promised?” I repeated, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. “Let me tell you something about promises.”

I straightened up, false promises made by men ringing in my head and my eyes never leaving his. “A promise is a tool. A weapon. Something to give hope to the hopeless and manipulate the desperate. It’s the leash that keeps dogs like you from biting until the master decides it’s time to put you down.”

I could see the fear deepening in his eyes, the realization of his fate sinking in in time his f*****g rotten being. I smiled, a cold, merciless smile. “You should have known better than to trust the words of a venomous snake. Promises are for the naïve. And you, my dear, are about to learn a very painful, bitter and bloody lesson.”

I turned my back on him once more, signaling to the guard. “Release my hungry baby. It’s feeding time,” I commanded as I walked out, leaving them to their well-deserved fate.

As I exited with a smile on my face, the screams and sounds of flesh tearing filled the air, a fitting lovely soundtrack to the fate that awaited anyone who dared to cross me. I made my way back into the mansion, my steps confident and determined. Richard was next, and he would soon learn the price of betrayal.