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Hello everyone, hope all the mamas out there had a good weekend. Here is the next chapter, as promised, *warning!* the second part of the chapter is a little gruesome and graphic, if that's not your cup of tea then skip to the bottom. I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 36
Carmen.
I look at myself in the mirror and can't believe what I'm seeing. This man can't be freaking serious, he wants me to wear this, this filth! This pink, silly, frilly, pink tutu dress with a stretchy top and flowers that layer all over. I look like a freaking carnation!
Not to mention this ugly head band that has just as much of these frilly flowers as this hideous dress, and these insanely hideous high heels. I mean what is he thinking, I'm 13 years old. What girl at 13 knows how to wear high heels, and if they do, they need to step back because we're freaking kids!
Plus pink, why the hell did he have to choose pink. Just because I'm a girl does not mean I like pink, in fact I despise it with a freaking passion. My mom knows this because when I was five years old she tried making me wear a pink dress to church, but then found out that was a bad idea because I ended up shredding that dress with the edges of a hymn book before the priest could finish his sermon. She was furious because that dress cost her over $500 pesos. However I didn't care, and I continued that action until she finally gave up and no longer made me wear pink.
Now years later, I'm stuck with my piece of shit sperm donor who expects me to wear this... crap. Ugh, over my dead body am I wearing this crap, he might as well shoot me dead instead. I storm out of the bathroom and walk over to the dresser, please tell me there's something else I can wear since that jack-ass Jacob took my regular clothes.
That man is such an asshole! He told me to get in the shower, which I did, and when I was in there he took my regular clothes and left me with... this.
UGGGH!
I need to get out of this before Jasper shows up, I don't care if he's coming to rescue me or not, there's no way I can live this down. I'm searching every drawer for an ounce of clothing, when I hear the door open.
"What are you doing?" the prick asks me. I glare at him, but don't bother to respond. Jeans, yes! Now please tell me there's a t-shirt in her somewhere. I suddenly find myself being pulled by my arm and facing the jerk off. "I asked you a fucking question?" He asks me menacingly. I stand my ground and throw the pants I found on the floor, like a spoiled brat.
"I hate this dress, it should be burned and who ever created this dress should burn in hell with it!"
He shakes his head and begins to laugh. "You're kidding right, you look cute in this dress, plus this dress was at the request of your tata, he thought that both you and Isabella would like it." God he's a moron.
I shake my head at him. "Well your dad don't know shit!" I yell at him. "I hate pink, and so does Isa, We like to be comfortable, and not look like ugly house plants! Plus what 13 year old girl wears freaking high heels? I thought you said you had been following me all these years. Well if you had you would've known I hate this color, I'd rather wear dog shit, than this color. And you know what else, I hate this house and I hate you for bringing me here! And I also hate you for what you did to my mom!" as soon the words leave my mouth I can see fury in his eyes, but for some reason it doesn't scare me.
It should, I mean this guy has certainly killed people along with being a rapist, but for some reason I'm not. I guess the fact that I'm wearing the most hideous dress in the world at this moment, is making me a little brave. He lets go of me and paces the room for a minute, for what I have no idea, I have no idea what he's thinking, so I'm very careful not to let my guard down.
"If you hate the dress you can change, I'll tell your tata you don't care for it." he says very calmly. I nod, but before I can say anything, he's in front of me again, pulling me by hair so hard that I can't help but scream from the pain.
"But for everything else you just said you will pay for, you little ungrateful bitch! It's time you learn to respect me!" he throws me on the bed, making me bounce a couple of times from the force he put behind it. It takes me a couple seconds to find my composure when I see him reaching for his belt. I begin to scoot back on the bed as far away as I can, all the terror that had disappeared had suddenly re-emerged as I try to get away. I know what he's going to do with that, and there's no way I can hide my tears from the pain that small piece of leather will inflict on my skin.
He begins to stalk toward the bed when a loud alarm begins to go off, and I can hear a loud crash coming from outside the bedroom door. Jacob goes to the window to see what's happening when I see my chance, and run as fast I can, out the bedroom door. I manage to make it a few steps out when I can feel his hand on my bicep.
"Let me go! You piece of shit, I hate you!" I scream at him. I fight as hard as I can to get away from him, but the asshole is stronger than I am and keeps pulling me toward him.
"Stop fighting me Carmen! I'm not letting you go, I'm never letting you go!" he screams in my face as he pulls me toward him.
"Oh yes you are motherfucker!" someone says from behind, stunning the both of us.
Jacob turns to find Jasper's fist ramming right into his nose. He falls to the floor, his face bloody and groaning in pain. That doesn't seem to faze Jasper though, because before I can breathe, he's on top of him, punching him in the face over and over again. Aside from all the blood on Jacobs face, I can see it turning black and blue, plus swollen from all the hits Jasper is inflicting on him, he's giving him no mercy. I know I should tell him to stop, that he's had enough, but I don't want to. I want to see this man suffer for everything he's done to me, and to my mom. He deserves every ounce of pain that is coming to him.
After a few moments an army soldier, who I hadn't even noticed was there, manages to get Jasper off of Jacob, much to my disappoint. He says something to him about Hector being upset, and that he can't kill him here. I ignore them and walk over to Jacob, standing above him. He's still coherent, a bit dazed, his eyes are practically swollen shut and he's kind of black and blue. I look him straight in the face, nudge him with my foot so that he can see me, I want this to be the very last memory he has of me.
"I'm glad my daddy came to rescue me, from the monster that you are." I say to him.
Jacob looks at me, there's no tears or sorrow in his eyes, only anger and contempt. He claims to have loved me since the moment he knew I existed, but I knew that wasn't true. He just wanted what he could never have, he just wanted to hurt my mom in the worst way possible, by using me against her. To bad for him, that was never going to happen. I look up and see Jasper staring at me, he's breathing hard and looks a little excited, I hope it's because he sees me.
"Daisy..." he huffs out. I smile, a gush of tears come streaming out and I run toward my daddy. He takes me in his arms and holds me tight against him, the way that a father should hold his daughter. Everything about him feels right, his hands are rough, he smells rugged, his hair shaggy and sliding all over my face, and I can smell the hint of tobacco on his breath. This is my father, this is the man that loves my mother, and rescued me from evil.
He puts me down, leans over to take a minute to examine me, see's the bruises that are still on my face. "Did he do this to you?" I nod, a look of fury reaches his eyes. "Don't worry Daisy, it's done. He won't hurt you anymore, alright?" I nod in understanding.
"Where's mami?" I ask him. He grins at me. "She's safe, she's waiting for you, we're gonna see her soon, alright." I nod again. He stands, grabs a syringe from his front pocket, and hands it to one of the soldiers. "I need him alive for now, this will knock him out, so we don't have to worry about him being a pain in the ass. Tell Hector I'll be ready with in an hour." the soldier nods his head and goes over to Jacob, pokes him with the needle. A moment later Jacob is visibly relaxed, you can tell he's knocked out of it.
Jasper grabs my hand, begins to pull me with him. "Lets go to your mama, Daisy." I pull my hand out of his grasp, a look of confusion hits his face. "Before we do that, do you mind if I change out this hideous dress?" Jasper smiles and nods.
Jasper.
As soon as Carmen comes back out, dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt way to big for her, I get her out of this shithole, and back to the estate as fast I can. The moment the door opens, Alice comes rushing over and takes her little girl in her arms, Looking her over and making sure she's okay.
They're both crying, they're both saying how sorry they are about everything, they're both glaring at me for not joining them on this little reunion. I chuckle and join both my girls, happy that we're all together again, happy that this is in deed the best decision I have ever made in my life.
Sadly though, our reunion is cut short when I have to leave them, I have one more thing I have to take care of, and as I promised a certain man, it would be wouldn't be quick, and it wouldn't be painless.
As I make my way back to the shithole my daughter had to endure for the past few days, I think of everything that bastard did to my woman, of the pain he inflicted on my little girl, it adds fuel to my rage. I want this man to truly suffer at my hand, I want him to cry and plead for me to kill him, I want to see blood drip from every single pore of his body. And I will, you see there's a certain side to me that very few people have ever seen. I keep this side of me locked up tight for circumstances such as these. When I told Carmen I would do anything for the people I love, I meant it, I would do absolutely anything for the ones I love, even if it means releasing the demon with in me.
Later that night.
Thwack! "Ahhh!"
Thwack! "AAAhhhh!"
Thwack! "GAAhhhhhhh!"
You would think after slashing a mans bare chest with a horse whip would get boring after a few hours, but it hasn't, it just keeps getting more fun as I continue to inflict pain on this mother fucker.
Thwack! "AAhhh!"
Some hits are harder than others, while others are like a soft feather, strumming across the skin. He still ends up screaming in pain from the soft blows, knowing that I'm just toying with him, because as soon a soft one hits, an even harder one has yet to come.
THWACK! "GAHHHHHHH!"
Like that one. Honestly I like the softs one more than the hard ones, because it shows me how scared he is now. He wasn't scared before, no, no, no. He was a cocky asshole, saying that I couldn't inflict pain on a poor cockroach. I bet right about now he wishes he was a fucking roach, because those little annoying fuckers die quick with just the smash of your foot. This asshole, isn't going to be so lucky.
Thwack! "St-stop, please" he pleads, it's music to my ears.
"No!"
I refuse to stop, because I know he didn't stop when my woman told him no, he didn't fucking care and still stuck his tiny dick inside her, against her will. He didn't care that he was taking a young girl away from her mother, he still struck her and took her away from her family against her will. He didn't care about the pain his actions have caused over the last 13years. He didn't care at all, except for his own damn self. So I'll be dammed if I stop now. This man will know the true meaning of pain, and long after he's begged for me to kill him, will I even consider finally doing it.
THWACK!
Hours later.
"Bring me that vice over there, will ya?" I ask one of Hectors soldiers. I honestly don't know how many hours I've been at it, hell I don't even know how this asshole is even still alive, but I'm glad he is, because right now my favorite part is coming up.
You see first. I whipped his front and back for hours with a horse whip, till his flesh ripped opened and all you could see we're some of his insides. Kinda like in those horror movies, only not as extensive.
Next Hector and I stabbed him back and forth through out his entire body, arms, legs, hands, feet, anywhere, where he wouldn't bleed out. Once we were done, we decided to make the holes bigger and stab him in the same places, over and over again, making sure to crush some bones while we were at it, and also rub some salt on them for good measure. Gotta say, it felt like quality time with my future father in law, we were like kids in play land, raising hell. Or in this case, sending a fucker to hell.
Then I got a little creative and got me some Viagra and some sewing needles, I shoved the pills down his throat and waited for him to get hard. Once he was, I used his dick as one of those red pin cushions seamstress's like to use. Every guy in here had to look away while I did that, but it was fine with me. That dick violated my woman and it deserved every amount of pain it got.
Now it's time for the final climax, before the grand finale.
Hector's soldier brings me the vice and sets it on the table, while me and another soldier maneuver this needle pricking bastard on to it, his head is lying right in the middle of it. I tighten it just enough to keep him in place, but not enough to hurt him... yet.
"Jacob, I bet you can't think of my favorite movie." His eyes are basically swollen shut from all the bruising, but I'm still able to see a little bit of a pupil move around, it looks at me with fear. "I'll give you a guess, it's based off a true story, and this part that I'm repeating happened to an Irishman."
He begins to breathe heavy, as the soldiers helping me out, strap him down to the table, in case by some miracle he manages to get free. "No guesses, shame, it was one of Joe Pesci's best performances."
One he's strapped in, I begin to tighten the vice on his head. His face begins to narrow in, and I can hear small cracks through out his skull as I continue to tighten. "If you haven't guessed, it's Casino, man do I love that movie. Don't get me wrong, Goodfellas, is a good movie too, and in all fairness it's probably the better movie." I continue to tighten the vice, the cracks are getting more prominent, his face becoming more narrow as his nose and lips are sticking out, just like his eyes are starting to bulge out of their sockets. That's what I want to see.
"But the reason why I like Casino more is because of this." I pause for a second and pat the vice. "Because that motherfucker, the guy Joe Pesci played, wasn't afraid to inflict pain, not even after the asshole had nothing left to give, not even after his eye popped out." As soon as the words leave my mouth, a wail leave his, as his right eye pops out of his skull. I smile as he begs and begs for me to kill him, just like the guy did in the movie.
He's done, and sadly, so am I.
Jacob will never truly pay for what he did to my woman and daughter and anyone else he's hurt over the years, the only way he'll truly pay for what's he's done is by going to hell, and that's where I plan on sending him. I loosen the vice and remove it from his head, his right eye dangling outside his socket, blood is seeping from every pore of his body, just how I wanted him to look before he died.
I reach into my back for my gun, ready it, and walk over to Hector, handing him my piece. He looks at me confused. "What's this for."
I give him a somber look. "It was your little girl he violated all those years ago, and as much as I've enjoyed seeing him squirm, this isn't my right. It's yours, he should die at the hand of the father."
He takes a moment, then nods in understanding and walks over the table where Jacob is, still breathing somehow. He whispers something to him before aiming the gun at his head and firing. A moment later it's done, the bastard is dead, and my family is safe, now all I need to do it get back, and enjoy the rest of my days with them.
And that's the end of Jacob, tomorrow you will find out what happens to Billy, stay tuned.
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