Lilia’s Retribution

Chapter2

CHAPTER 2

Lilia

Lilia has lived her life dreaming about the days when her revenge will finally commence and now it is about to. She watches her target walk out of a local French restaurant.

His dark auburn hair is immaculately planted on his head and his well chiseled face holds no facial hair. He has on a grey T-shirt and a nice pair of deep navy blue denim jeans. His skin glows in such a beautiful manner under the gentle kiss of the French sun.

For the past three days, he has been on the same routine. Has his breakfast in the same restaurant and then goes home to change before meeting with his parents. Such a simple life, too bad it's not going to last any longer.

Killing him now would be so easy, Lilia thought. She could simply run him over and that would be the end but that won't lead her back to the other bastards. He wasn't the main person responsible for her pain but he stood there and watched as they r***d and beat her. He did nothing, he turned a blind eye to her and he shut his ears to her screams of pain. What kind of a person would that?

Lilia feels the anger and pain rising to unimaginable heights within her and she drives away before she ends up giving into her rage and doing something that will yield fruitlessness.

She arrives at the seven star hotel Tobias booked for both of them. It is about one thousand eight hundred and twenty feet tall, it's roof completely hidden within the densely clouded sky. Its walls are completely plastered with shiny, darkly tinted glass.

Her presidential suite is at the top floor of the building. She strides into the elevator, her ten centimeters heels clicking against the neat marbled floor without mercy. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see people giving her curious glances, to which she gracefully ignores. No more will she ever cower under the absurd stare of curious eyes. That part of her was dead.

The elevator doors part and she walks out, her anger still hot as ever if not hotter. It is ravenous. Deadly. And eager. She had no idea the mere sight of one of them will shake her up this much. I wonder how I will react when I finally meet him again. She thought

Walking across her suite, she sees Tobias lying lazily on the white sheeted bed. He has on only a pair of black boxers. His muscle well defined and hard. He looks divine.

"How did it go?" He inquires. His voice soft yet raspy.

"We take him tonight," She replies dryly, "We've waited enough."

She strips down to my black sports bra and panties and climb into the bed. After three days of stake out, her body is begging for rest and besides she needs to renew her strength, she needs to be ready for what goes down tonight.

****

Tobias climbs out of the bed, carefully as to not disturb her sleeping form. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps even though she battles her demons every time she closes those bright coloured stars of hers. It's why she barely sleeps. It's why she is cold, detached and never romantically invested in anyone. Those bastards tried to stump out every spec of light in her and he fears they did.

Tobias walks out through the slides to the balcony. Taking in the beauty of the clouds and the blue sky. He takes another glance at Lilia, her now darkened hair shields her perfectly crafted face.

He wants her so badly it aches. But he can't have her. It will be selfish of me to demand a reciprocal of what I feel for her, he thinks to himself. She has been through enough. But it hurts. He loves her so deeply and to know that love will never be requited is like water filling up his lungs and fire consuming in his marrow relentlessly. The ache for air and the burn are unimaginable. It's not her fault though and he knows that. It's why he has invested his entire life to make sure that those who hurt his Lilia will pay and if that's still possible finds happiness, she deserves nothing less.

He walks into the suite, his feet silently kissing the marble as he makes his way to the bed and regain his strength for tonight.

****

Covered by the thick blackness of the night, Tobias and Lilia lurk in the shadows watching their prey. He is dressed simply in a pink shirt and black pants. While Tobias and herself are completely dressed in black.

The lamp post graciously shining upon him, giving him the appearance of one with a pure heart. It is amazing how looks can be utterly deceiving. Tobias pours a generous amount of chloroform on a handkerchief and hands it to Lilia.

"I want to be the one to do it." She declares quietly.

"Ready?" Tobias questions. Concern is laced on every syllable.

"I am," her reply is short and cold as always. She knows he doesn't deserve that but...

She takes off her ski mask, wanting him to know who exactly is going to take him. While she suffered, cried and pleaded practically begged, he just stood there, watching like he was seeing a movie. No compassion, no mercy, nothing.

TEN YEARS AGO

Lilia dressed in a simple black dress that stopped above her mid thighs. Her black lingerie panties can be seen fairly clearly. Her makeup is heavily done on her face. Every crevice on my face is painted with colour. She looks into the mirror and find difficulty in believing the person staring back at her is her.

She pulls the seams of my dress as she makes her way into dimly lit room, trying to cover more skin than the dress allowed. She hears her name been announced as she makes her entry, even with loud music blaring through the speakers, she still could hear it.

That's strange because I never told them my name. She thought.

The stench of cigarettes and strong alcoholic drinks hit her nostrils hard, almost knocking her out cold. Eyes completely filled with lust rip her clothes to shreds. Every one of them wanting a taste of the new girl. Not only did the men make raw, disgusting comments, the women did too.

Tears well up in her eyes as the certainty of her losing her virtue in the cruelest way possible, registers itself in her mind.

PRESENT.

Lilia sneaks up behind him. Her step silent but quick and very well calculated. He is about to open the driver side of his car before he turns swiftly and tries to punch her.

She quickly swerves to the left and locks his neck with her arms. The movement was so quick that he didn't see it coming.

The look in his eyes is one she is very well accustomed to. It is the same look she had ten years ago; the look of fear.

"Who are you?" he questions. His voice drapes of fear, it's sickening. Who knew those bastards were such weaklings.

"Judgement," she says before she places the handkerchief over his nose, he struggles vigorously but her hold against him is strong and unwavering. His eyes close as consciousness slips past his grasps and darkness falls on him like a blanket.