BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

25. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM

“Pit, you wanted to go home and bury your daughter, here is your chance. Hazelnut, this is also your chance. Kill her and go home, stop crying on me.” The man said only to turn to me.

“You princess, you know what happens if you die right, or do you need inspiration. I have Angelina’s photo. It was taken just this morning and faxed. She lost a tooth; she doesn’t look as pretty anymore. Do you want me to show you?” The man asked, a smile on his face, loving what he was doing.

I shook my head. I did not need any inspiration; I did not want to see the proof that indeed they were keeping an eye on her because it would make everything real. I still had hope in my heart that maybe just maybe they were bluffing but we all knew the truth. When it came to Azrail and his men, nothing was ever a bluff.

My feet moved, looking around for anything I could use.

I could not fight in the coat; it was too heavy. There was no option. I turned All around only to run to the bleachers.

The crowd laughed as more men shuffled in, thinking I was running away but I was not.

I reached the front seats, looking all over the man with my eyes falling on one. I did not know him, I did not know why I picked him but I moved, running to him.

“Hey, you know who I am right?”  I questioned, the man staring at me with his head nodding.

“If you are not clear, I am married to your boss which means I am technically your boss. You don’t want to guess the influence I will have. I need your t-shirt.” I said, pointing to the t-shirt to drop my hands and begin untying my buttons. I saw that the two men I was going to fight were coming for me.

“Hurry up or me and you will have a problem,” I told him and he quickly pulled his black t-shirt over his head. I dropped the coat, not caring about being naked at that point. I quickly pulled over the t-shirt just as a hand gripped my ankle.

“Look over my coat!” I shot out, turning and flying in the air to fall on the two men who were trying to pull me to my death.

We all fell to the ground, me the first to get up.

I gripped as much mud as I could, smudging it on one’s face, making him eat it as he groaned. I made sure I got it in the eyes with him crying out loud.

I quickly jumped up, the other man already up and ready to attack.

My fingers dug into the man with mud’s eyes, slipping it in nicely as he hit my arms over and over, I thought they would snap. I took the pain, let it wash over me but I did not let go of his eyes. I pushed in harder but they were hard, not wanting to snap-in. The other man ran to me.

I let go of the one with mud on his face and rushed to meet the other one.

Let go of fear my child.

“I will daddy,” I said out, jumping to meet the man with my fists. I hit, turning and kicking him to elbow and head him. He stumbled back but I shot after, kicking his feet with him falling but he caught himself. I was working on him by then. I drummed on his belly with my fists to jump up and hit it with both feet. I fell with a thud, turning to kick him with my heel on the face then turned again to give him another face kick with the front of my foot. He stumbled away again, me jumping up to punch his face with both fists. I took hold of his head, bringing it to my knees hard. When I was done, he fell on the floor.

The other one was getting up but he was in immense pain. The mud had gone deep in his eyes with me pressing them in. I ran to him, hitting his face, jumping, and hugging him with one arm while I knocked my knuckles in his eyes over and over. He hit my back but I let him, working on the eyes until he gave out, his eyes bleeding. I jumped off him, punching his face over and over then kicked him on the neck to jump as he fell, my arm around his neck, dragging it to me so that when he fell, he would break his neck.

The pop echoed all through the arena. The crowd cheered hard.

I could not dwell on that for long. I turned, the other man stumbling up. He came hard on me, we fought, punch after punch, kick after kick.

He took as good as he gave, both heaving, not sure who would win at that point.

My face was pretty banged up but it did not matter, fighting even harder. When I felt I would die, it encouraged me to move harder.

He stepped back, my fingers slipping into his mouth, pulling his skin with my head going for his own, hitting the center of his face, blood pouring out from his nose. I kicked him in the bowls and that was the final blow as he fell. I fell with him, turning his body with his face buried in the mud. I dropped all my weight on his head, pressing him onto the mud with him kicking and kicking until he could not kick anymore until the fight left him with his body going lucid. He had lost the fight and lost his life.

I held on for some time, making sure it was done. When there was no hope, I stood up, hating myself, he had just wanted to bury his daughter but I had killed him. I hated every part of me, the light dying out of me with each life I took.

The crowd roared as if two people had not just lost their lives. Were they even sane? Did they not think that the next day it could be them? Did they even care? I was perplexed, my heart pounding way too much.

“That was a good one princess. You are not as pathetic and useless as I thought you were.” The tattooed man shot with me paying no mind to him. I walked over to the bleachers to the man who helped me.

He held out my coat and I took it in hand.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Samuel Locci Ma’am.” He said back with me nodding my head.

“I will bring your t-shirt later,” I said with him nodding his head.

I wore the coat over.

“And make sure you don’t die here.” It was my final words before jumping down and walking out of there. I waited for someone to call me and tell me of another punishment but when no one did, I continued walking until I was in my cell.

My hands shook so bad, staring at them. I might as well write the names of the people I had killed on my skin so everyone could see the monster I had turned to be.

I felt the tears creep up but they never fully came, just disappeared along the way up.

Anger coursed through me, so much anger. I pulled the knife out from my mattress to grip my hair. I began cutting. I cut and cut. I heard as the men shuffled back into sleep. My eyes were fixed on the wall, shaking as I cut. I cut my hand many times, not caring about the blood smudging all over my hair. I continued cutting, when I could no longer cut, I scraped, scraping until the pain pierced hard from my head. The blood dropped with me snapping out of it. The knife was dropped, all my hair around me. My hands went to my bald head, feeling the blood. I picked up the clothes on the bed and began wiping it away.

When done, I stood, picking up my hair and when there was none to pick up, shuffled out in search of a bin. The whole area was quiet as if there had not just been a fight a few minutes ago, everyone had gone back to sleep. I found a trash can, throwing away my hair. I walked to the animal shelter where I took off my clothes, standing under the tap as the cold water washed away my blood, my skin covered in goosebumps. The tap was turned off, wearing my coat over my naked body to walk with the t-shirt in hand. I got to my cell, getting on the bed to let sleep take over me, my knife clutched in my hand for anyone who dared try to cross me again. I would let a teardrop for them and they will wish they had not dared.