A few hours later:
I spent the next few hours making use of the acquiref skills Jasper taught me with a knife, and the other pretty toys that sat on the table.
A smile almost pulled at my lips as I took a step back admiring my handy work.
I knew I didn't want to use the knives too much, because if I cut too deep or stabbed too hard this bitch would bleed out faster than a water balloon. So, I only sliced her face, cutting superficially, so it hurt but she wouldn't die from them.
After an hour or so of slapping her, I grew bored of backhanding her, I knew her cuts were probably stinging from the hits, and all the sweat that was falling from her forehead.
So, I decided to play nice, and let her face rest. I then grabbed a nice looking hammer and began using it. I broke the hammer when I hit the bitch too hard, shattering her shin. Causing her to begin screaming again.
Her screams began to grate on me, so I had her gagged. But that made things worse.So, I grabbed the next best thing, a pair of pliers.
Since she wouldn't stop her crying and screaming, I used the pliers with some help, of course, to remove her tongue.
"Gabriella? Natalia? Would one of you please hold her down? The other pry her mouth open for me, please?" I ask, not removing my eyes from her wide ones.
"Zia, would you please hand me your lovely knife?" I asked, knowing I was going to need one more set of hands.
"Of course, tesoro, here you go. Do you need any help?" She asks as she hands me the knife.
Oh, I thought she wouldn't ask.
"Would you mind holding the pliers?" I ask, quietly.
"Of course, tesoro." She replied, giving me a small smile.
I smiled, testing out the blade, slowly running it on the bitch's arm to check the sharpness.
Perfect. Nice and sharp. Like cutting through butter.
"Hold still, bitch, this is going to hurt." I taunt, as Elizabeth uses the pliers to pull out her tongue.
The bitch struggled against her bindings, tear-stained eyes wide as she tried to move, shaking her head until Natalia held it still. Still she wouldn't stop moving, so, Nonna called in a male guard.
"Caro, send Felix down per favore." She called into the intercom in the corner of the room. (Dear, please)
Not a minute had passed when a knock was heard throughout the room. Nonna quickly moves to open the door relieving Felix.
He quietly stepped into the room, his eyes landing on the struggling bitch.
"Felix, we need your help." Nonna said gesturing towards the struggling guards and bitch.
He nods wordlessly, as Gabriella quickly moves. He quickly put his foot on the chair to keep it on the ground before he puts his hands on her shoulders.
Once she isn't able to move Natalia takes Elizabeth's place grabbing the pliers while Gabriella makes sure the bitch doesn't move an inch.
I smile giddily as I move towards her grabbing the knife once more.
She shakes her head from side to side, groaning and begging as Gabriella grabs her chin with one of her hands, so she isn't able to move again.
Natalie quickly uses the pliers to pull out her tongue.
With one flick of my wrist her tongue comes clean off, the bitch's howls of pain bounce off the concrete walls of the room, she spits blood as she cries. The sound is enough to satisfy my bloodthirsty vengeance.
It is hours later after the bitch is passed out from the hours of withstanding torture that I finally step back, washing myself of all the blood spilled.
"Mamma, is there anything else we need with her?" Elisabeth asked.
"No, it appears Ratio has already been dealt with. So has her mother, Olga. So, we don't need her anymore." Nonna said.
A pained gasp is heard before more cries are heard, though it sounds like a strangled moose mating.
"Then let us end this, now." Elizabeth said, looking towards the unconscious pile of excrement, before grabbing a thick hunter's knife.
"Zia?" I call trying to get her attention.
But before any of us can make a move she has already dragged the sharp blade across Lauren's throat.
I watched as blood spattered onto the floor. The life slowly draining from this nuisance as the only sounds she made were slow gasps and gurgling sounds.
I remembered reading in my forensic science book that people who've had their throats slit, don't die of blood loss but of asphyxia.
Before any of us could react, Elizabeth then took a gun out and shot her between the eyes in the middle of the chest.
A moment of shocked silence passes before Felix moved and silent took the gun, placing the safety of it on, and then placing it in the back of his pants.
Not exactly how I wanted to end her but she is gone nonetheless and that brings me peace. She is no longer hurting anyone else.
Her husband, however, was another story.
I admired my work, letting my mind drift before I hear someone trying to gain my attention.
"Isa, tesoro, why don't you go shower and change? The level above has a shower there, and a drawer of clothes you can use. Just until you get to your room." Nonna suggests.
I look at her unsure before she shooed me away.
No, I didn't fear it, nor did I feel out of my element, but now I felt as if something was missing.
Nonetheless, I shower and change into one of the changes placed there.
"Isabetta, dinner is almost ready." Nonna says, surprising the hell out of me as I opened the bathroom door.
"Oh no, Nonna. I'm really not that hungry." I mutter, trying not to wrinkle my nose as my hair, which still smelled of blood and sweat.
I'd probably have to use something besides shampoo to do this.
"Nonsense, tesoro, you will eat and that is the end of that." She says, pulling me along with her up the stairs, through the door and into the kitchen.
"Dolce," someone says, startling me and Nonna.
"Not now, patatino, leave her be." She says, pushing him out of the way as she guided me up the stairs and towards my room.
"Margarot will bring you something to eat before you sleep. I want you to call me or Elizabetta if you need anything. For now get some rest, tesoro." She said, helping me lay down before kissing my forehead.
That is the last thing I remember before I fall into a tired, dreamless sleep.
Four Days Later:
I can feel the rays of the sun warm my face as it rose four days later.
I was excused from breakfast for the next few days seeing as the soreness of my muscles finally reared their ugly heads after all adrenaline from last night seeped out of me.
I frowned, briefly wondering if this was ever going to end. Somewhere deep inside me I knew that this wouldn't stop until we cut the head off of the beast, fortunately for me, I knew where the beast was hidden.
A plan began to formulate in my head as I stared out the window, looking out into the beautiful gardens as I sat on the bay window of my room.
Time seemed to be at a stand still for me, mocking me, with the constant memory of my past actions as I stared.
I hated the fact that my chance of normality was compromised, but it was for the better really.
I faintly heard a knock at my door but I chose to ignore them.
I wanted to be left alone, even if for a few more hours.
Whomever it was, chose to ignore me, walked right into the room.
"How are you feeling about everything, dolce?" He asked me, as he pulled up a chair and sitting right by my feet.
"Tired, irritable, about the same as yesterday and the day before yesterday." I mumble dryly, placing my chin onto my knees.
"Hmm.." He says, aimlessly. "So I take it you wish to be left alone then?" He wondered, looking at me.
"Does it matter?" I ask, annoyed at his mere presence.
"Of course, it does, dolce. Why wouldn't it matter?" He asks, patting my arm.
Oh, yeah right. Everything changed since the day Clausola Femminile was activated. He has been treating me as if I am made of glass. Everyone had been. It was the same reason why I wanted to be left alone in the first place. They were being overprotective.
I was growing tired of it, and knew that leaving was probably the only way of them leaving me alone, especially if I was going to keep helping Jasper take down the human trafficking rings.
"Anthony, I need to leave." I say, unwilling to look at him.
I heard the sharp intake of breath he took as he heard me. "Leave? To where?" He asked, surprised.
"Out of here. Away from all of this. I can't live like this. I don't want to live like this!" I cry, burying my hands into my hair.
I hated doing this. I hated having to hurt him, but how else was I going to do this without him stopping us? As it was Senior already blew a gasket when he found out I got hurt, if Anthony does, there will be hell to pay. I know it and so does Jasper and Senior.
"Isa, I don't understand…" he says uncomprehending
"Anthony, think about it." I say, pleadingly.
His silence only makes me more on edge than before. I can see that he isn't going to understand. So I thought about it and went a different route. "What does Giuramento Di Amore really mean?" I asked.
It had been a while since Jasper led me to believe it was more than a promise. So, I needed to hear it from him. If this turned out to be true and he hid it from me. I was going to be pissed.
"It's a promise, as I said before." He says nervously.
I immediately knew he had lied to me. Disappointment flared in my chest and clouded my eyes as I turned away, clenching my hands. I took a deep, calming breath, before speaking again. Unfortunately, my emotions got the better of me.
"No, there is more to it. I know there is but none of you want to tell me! I can feel when you lie to Anthony, it hurts that you do." I say, my voice wavering at the end.
"Non ti sto mentendo, dolcezza." He says, with a small smile. (I am not lying to you my sweet.)
"Posso vederlo nei tuoi occhi." I reply, breaking eye contact. (I can see it in your eyes.)
I wanted to believe him. I so badly wanted to. But I knew he was lying, if his body language was anything to go by.
"Is that all you're going to say?" I ask him, remembering the words Nonno spoke to him the other day, then remembering his response when I asked after his brief visit last night. A brief 'you'll understand one day, tesoro.' was all I got as a response. Leaving me more confused than before.
What exactly did Nonno and Senior mean by him earning their respect? What had Anthony done to gain such praises from both men?
"You promised to protect me. Are you protecting me from something?" I ask finally, turning to look at him.
"Yes, you'll see why one day." He responds.
I knew then that no one was going to tell me. The realization hit me harder than I thought it would, and hurt more too.
"I trust you." I say, "So, can you trust me when I say I need to leave here?" I whisper, looking at him tearfully.
We stare at one another, unblinkingly for what seems like hours, before he closes his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face before he finally gives me a small nod in response.
"Promise me one more thing." I whisper, never taking my eyes from his handsome face.
"What?" He says, his eyes opening once more to meet my own.
I knew this was the only way for him to let me go. I knew Jasper wouldn't allow me to get hurt if I left. That I could probably get some semblance of normality if I wasn't living here. So, I did what I had to.
"Promise me, I won't ever have to do this again. Promise me, that no more blood will spill by my hands. If it does, I get to leave." I say, taking his hand into both of mine to ensure he didn't say no..
"I promise, I will try to keep this world from touching you, if it does, you can— you can leave." He finally replies, lowly, squeezing one of my hands.
I nodded, before letting go of his hands. "Thank you." I whispered.