Chapter Three_ "Look in the mirror, you're no better than me."

Later that day

I pull the duffle bag out of the cramped space in the hole under the wooden floorboard. I zip it open irately, ignoring my own trembling lip. I promised myself I wouldn't hurt anyone again but it seems like a stupid promise to have made. What that man is doing to Laura and Susan is unacceptable. I take out the blades, duct tape, and handcuffs. I slide the blades into my boot and put my pant over it, hiding it. The duct tape is in my pocket and so is the handcuffs. I make my way back to the girls in my room.

"Stay here," I tell them and go out to room 009. The door is still open so I close it behind me, putting on the chain lock.

"Susan!" I hear a man bellow from the bedroom. I crack my knuckles and walk stealthily to him.

"WHY HAVEN'T I HAD MY BREAKFAST YET?" he roars.

"SUSAN!" his voice is getting closer.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, DON'T MAKE ME STAND UP HERE, THEN I WILL PUT YOU ON YOUR ASS FOR A WEEK!" He warns. I enter the room he is in. I close the door and face him. His eyes are narrowed. He has a bald spot on his head and he is fat.

"Who are you?" he spits. I smile sweetly at him.

"I can be whoever you want me to be honey," I tell him receiving a smile from him.

"Where's Susan?" he asks me standing up.

"Said something about work," I tell him, he is walking up to me.

"Why are you here?" he asks me reaching out to me.

"To punish you," I tell him with a smile. He laughs at my words and steps forward. My nose is on his jaw. He tries to touch me but I pull my head back and head-butt him. He lands on his arse. I laugh.

"You'll be sorry bitch." He snarls.

"Would I now, it's a part of the foreplay." I giggle and connect my knee with his face. He mumbles something and then I tumble down onto the floor. Crap. He is now sitting on top of me strangling me. My fist connects with his cheek. His head bumps on the dresser and it sends him to fall onto me. He whines with pain. I struggle out under him then I sit on his back pulling out the handcuffs and draw his wrists behind his back and cuff him. I stand up and roll him over to his back. He is looking at me.

"You're going to regret this sweetheart." He threatens.

I pull him up with a fake sweet smile and move him to the bed. I climb onto the bed and get out the duct tape and pills as I straddle him. I shove three pills into his mouth and tape his mouth shut, I then bring his arms up in a painful position and tape the cuffs to the bed. Not a chance I'm uncuffing him now, besides it will make it easier to torture him this way.

I get off of him and go in search for a bag and throw everything that looks like it belongs to a lady into it and continues doing it throughout the apartment and then zips the two bags up. I glance at the bastard who is sitting in a very weird position and make my way out of the apartment.

When I open room 009's door, people are standing in the hallway, watching me closely. I quickly move past them and half run to my room. I open it and slam it shut. I press up against the door shutting my eyes, wrenching them shut, my fingers pressed into them closing them tighter. I open them and see two pairs of blue eyes watching me. I walk over to them and leave the bags on the floor in front of Susan.

"I don't know if everything in there is yours, you have to leave now and never come back," I tell her. Susan stands up and reaches for me, she folds her arms around me.

"Thank-you." She sobs through my hair.

"Don't mention it," I said patting her on her back.

"I don't know how to repay you. I would someday though. You're a good woman Liana. You saved us." She says as tears stream down her face.

"No need, go before he gets up," I tell her rushing her away from this hellhole.

After they left I walk back to room 009, I enter loudly. Slamming the door shut hopeful to startle the bastard. I bend over to draw my blades.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE YOU BITCH!" He shouts his voice strangled and a little inaudible by the duct tape.

"I know that you know I'm in here you arse, why'd you think I threw the damned door shut?" I say, speaking loudly. Walking into the room where he is lying on the bed.

"UNLOCK THE CUFFS!" he screams.

"No," I say. He's about to say something else but I silence him walking up to him exposing my daggers.

"Not another word or I cut your tongue out and shove it down your throat." I threaten him.

"Consider this a warning: Come near Susan and Laura again and I will kill you. And if I ever see you hurting another woman or child again, oh buddy then there'd be hell to pay." I say pressing the dagger against his throat. Warrior

"I will hunt you down and hurt you badly. I will carve your flesh from your bones and believe me, you'd be conscious every step of the way." I tell him with a devilish grin.

"This doesn't make you any better than I am." He spits at me. I press the dagger a little harder cutting his skin.

"I know. But I devoted my life to put an end to bad people and you're it," I tell him. He laughs.

"Darling have you looked in the mirror lately?" he chuckles. I don't reply. I do however reply by plunging the other blade into his leg, cutting into his flesh making him scream out in pain.

"You have my warning, go against it and I would have your balls," I tell him, venomously. I stand up and leave him there.

"NOT IF I FIND YOU FIRST!" he yells obviously pissed.

"Aww, don't trouble yourself hon, I'm like a ghost," I yell back. I walk back to my room, for some odd reason the hallway is empty. I pull my cell-phone out and dial Patrick's number. He picks up after two rings.

"Hey, what's up?" He mumbles sleepily into the speaker.

"Hey, sleepy head. I was wondering, does your offer still stand, about me crashing at your place for a while?" I ask him. There's a short break on the other end.

"Sure, Liana what changed your mind?" he asks me.

"They broke in last night." I lie.

"I told you that shithole is no place for a woman but no," he mutters, I laugh at him.

"I'm on my way." He says and hangs up.

"Oh boy," I mumble and start gathering my stuff. Luckily I don't have a lot of things. Just my clothes and a few objects everything fits into my campers backpack and a duffle bag. I make my way out of the room and walk out of the building ready to leave this place behind.