Lilia’s Retribution

CHAPTER 5

Lilia

The road of vengeance is dark and twisted. The further you venture on that path, the more pieces of your souls become dark and void of empathy. I guess it's great that my soul was destroyed a long time ago.

I stare at his battered form. His lips are parched and his skin is pale by reason of dehydration. I can hear the vicious growls of his hungry stomach. I feed him very little food, enough to keep him alive but not enough to give a enough strength to escape.

His restraints which are doused with wolfbane and a very generous amount of silver, digs into his flesh. His face is coated with bruises, incisions and the dark colour of dried blood. I can feel tremor of panic settle in the pit of his stomach. He is starving, restrained, motionless. He is the perfect description of a lamb awaiting s*******r. A chicken sucking in its last breaths before the bloodied knife greets its neck.

One would think that after five days of relentless torture one would break. He hasn't. I don't even have a name.

I let out a deep sigh. If this resistance continues, then I'd have no choice other than to end him and start from square one.

I carry the basin of water I asked Tobias to prepare for me few hours ago. I take the fully charged lead accumulator battery along with two wires. I connect the wires to each terminals of the battery and a voltmeter. The violent hum of electricity streaking fills the air.

I am going to electrocute him. Passing small amount of volts through a person is powerful enough to make them feel a completely different kind of pain.

He is going to feel his muscles contract a million times harder and faster, almost like it's going to snap. He will experience temporary paralysis and his brain will be dead for ten seconds. Basically, he could die. But this is my last resort so I don't really care anymore.

I move towards him and rest my palms on the chair and lower my head to his level so that our eyes are one the same level and gazes meet. Mine is cold, hard and void. His are wavering, terrified about what's to come. Good, I have him now.

“Ryan, tell what I want to know.”

“I don't know anything. After you escaped and burned down the entire building everything went to hell. You killed a lot of people that day, Montes.”

“I'm going to electrocute you.” I state without a hint of remorse. “Trust me, everything I've put you through won't even come close in comparison to what electricity flowing through your veins will feel like. The shock won't kill you but it will put you in whole new world of hurt. You will wish you died in that inferno.”

I dip his legs into the basin of water and rip his shirt. I switch on the voltmeter, releasing currents to flow into the wires, the violent hums continues.

I place the wires on this chest, around the n****e area feeling him with electricity. I watch as his teeth clench and the veins in his neck region become more prominent. He wrenches on his restraints which dig deeper into him.

I release the wires from his n*****s, giving him a chance to catch his breath and to think about if he wants to endure that again or tell me what I want to know.

“Well?”

Breathing heavily, he says “Remember your first attempt at escaping? It was solid but somehow he found out. It was Eska who ratted you out. I know she lives around east of were you got me back in France. In one of the werewolves pack community. That's all I know I swear. They never tell me anything because they think I'm a weakling. I hated every moment of that place. I wanted to save you so many times but I was too weak to do it. I needed the money. I thought as long as I just tturned a blind eye my soul would be spared but I was wrong. I guess they were right, I am a weakling.”

I guess with the right amount of motivation the canery will sing.

Eska.

Ten years ago.

Lying on my bed wanting nothing but death. The aches in my joints and the sores adorn my body like costly array. The only thing keeping me from slitting my wrists and swim in my blood is the promise I made to my dead parents. The promise I made to myself. The promise of revenge.

I can still feel his touch and perceive his disgusting perfume. It's glued unto me like a second skin. After numerous showers, I still can't rid of it.

It's day time but my room is cover in thick darkness. I know it's day time because that's the only time they allow us to rest. I so badly want to feel the warmth of the sun heat up my cheeks. I miss its blissful glow. I never thought I will miss something as trivial as the sun but I guess after a month and half buried in this hell hole of a life, you begin to want for the most trivial of things.

I struggle to stand to my feet, my knees threatening to give out. Running on so little food I can only muster so much strength.

Making my way across my caged room to the bathroom. I switch on the light to the bathroom and look at myself into the full body length mirror. All the meat on my bones have vanished. My collar bone is protruding and a fleet of cars can be parked in the space between my legs. I miss when my thighs touched and when the evening breeze blew softly against my natural golden hair. I miss working with my father. I miss helping around the house with my mother. We weren't rich but we still had food to eat and roof above our heads. A business that was fairly well. We didn't have it all but we had each other and that was enough of me till it was taken away.

My eyes sting with tears and it cascades down my face and for the first time since my virtue was ripped viciously, I cry. I try to release the pain that is etched deep in my heart. I try to release the pain that weighed down on me like an anchor. But for some reason the pain didn't go away. All my tears didn't wash it away.

After crying like the weakling that I swore I would never be, I pick myself up, dry my eyes. I stare into the mirror, matching my own gaze, after everything they don't deserve my tears. “Never again will you cry Lilia. You will survive this and you will make them pay.” I say to myself reaffirming the words I spoke when I was taken.

I switch off the light and lay on my very hard bed, hoping to get some sleep.

I hear a very quiet knock on my door. I get up and move towards the door and swing it open.

Standing in the light of the corridor is a very beautiful young girl about two years older than I am. Her eyes are dark brown almost as black as her curly hair. Her skin is tanned and is branded by scars. Her face is oval and her nose is slightly pointed. She's beautiful.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Eska and the only way we survive this place is together.”