Revenge Of A Lover, Elkah Quince [books like harry potter .txt] 📗

I crouched beside her head watching her try to breathe through punctured lungs and broken ribs

“not so easy is it sweetie” I hissed touching her face gently “you broke my ribs and my heart bitch” I pinched her lip with my nails and watched blood dribble out I leaned down and licked it from her lips “you left me to die on that road side after you said you loved me, you hit me with your car and ran off with my baby sister” I grabbed her throat tightly.
“Please” she whispered “I didn’t mean to she black mailed me into going with her” I squeezed a little tighter

“Do you think I’m stupid baby doll” squeezed tighter watching her pupils dilate “you lied about loving me I know you never loved me.” I watched her gurgle and turn purple. Then released the pressure slowly then sat her in a chair. “Your gunna be my human voodoo doll” I grinned evilly tying her to the chair slowly knowing she couldn’t move without pain.

“Please stop” she moaned almost crying “it hurts” she whimpered pathetically like a puppy that had been kicked. I crouched in front of her lap and stroked her thighs gently

“We both know I can’t stop” I scrapped my nails slowly down her exposed thigh. “I never did like the short skirts you wore, so slutty and disgusting” I stood up and brushed of my jeans the floor was dusty but that was expected of a warehouse in the middle of the country.

“Please stop, please I’ll come away with you, I’ll love you I’ll do anything” I slapped her hard across the face

“NO!” I screamed “you’d leave me again leave for some crack whore or some guy with a fat wallet” I slapped her again making her cheek burn bright red. “I will not give you the opportunity to hurt me again” I sat at her feet with my head against her knees.

“It won’t be that way I promise” she pleaded making her brown eyes massive.

“No it won’t because the opportunity won’t come along” I stood up and picked up a lock of her bleach blonde hair it was silky and straight I could remember the tender way she’d let me play with her hair laying in bed at night when I couldn’t sleep. I touched her hair to my cheek softly.

“I remember when you used to do that ever since you were 2 whenever you had nightmares or you couldn’t sleep you’d play with my hair” she watched me like I was a child again I felt anger boil up inside me and I yanked it not hard enough to pull it out just hard enough to hurt her.

“That is enough” I picked up a roll of tape.

“No please I’ll be quiet I promise” she said quickly obviously not wanting to be shut up.

“To late babydoll” I taped her mouth shut slowly “now be a good girl for me.” I undid a bag beside me and pulled out some old fashion bone needles with pear heads, I looked up at her from under my eyelashes as I laid them out, I put a pair of scissors next to them. I held the scissors lightly “just like you I’m about to take away something that is most precious to you.” I growled grabbing a handful of her hair and cutting it off I threw it in her lap. “How’s it feel?” her eyes went wide and she started screaming through her tape. I giggled I knew her hair was one of her favourite things in this world so beautiful it was painful

Publication Date: 07-03-2011

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