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His Darkness - Chapter 12
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My face remains emotionless as I bend down, eyes burning with an intimidating hatred. I place one hand on either side of his chair, the muscles in them tensing up. He remains silent but I see the fear flash across his eyes. Just for a second.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I say quietly, my words low and icy. His lips turn up into a hateful sneer and I know his confidence is all a show. I’m about to break him, physically and mentally.
“No, whatever you think I did, I didn’t do it.”
I raise my eyebrows before letting out a quiet chuckle, motioning for Juan to bring me the envelope behind me. He silently does as I ask and I trace the opening of the smooth paper, taking my time. From the corner of my eye, I can see Trey beginning to grow nervous. His hands that are strapped to the chair are curled up into tight fists and there’s a bead of sweat running along his forehead and upper lip.
“You know, I always wondered why you hated me so much, Trey.”
“I don’t hate you.”
His response is immediate, desperation in his voice. I shake my head slowly, clenching my teeth as I begin to feel the anger rising within me.
“Do not fûcking lie to me!” I growl, the anger radiating from my body. He physically winces and closes his eyes for a brief second. I take the chance to slowly slide out the single photo inside the envelope. Even though I’ve seen it multiple times, it still angered me to look at it.
“Tell me who’s in this photo.” I hiss, turning it to face it to him. His right leg is beginning to bounce up and down and he’s turned his head away from me, refusing to look.
“I said look at the photo.”
My words are laced with danger, cold as ice.
“Fûck you,” Trey spits back confidently, keeping his head permanently turned away. I suck in a deep breath and pull back my free fist, swinging it whilst aiming for his temple. The second it touches his skin, I hear the crack. Trey’s sounds of pain fills the room and I watch him, bored.
I’ve done this a million times before.
“Now you can either listen to me or I’ll crack your skull open, its your choice.”
Trey slowly turns his head, his teeth are clenched so tightly, I’m sure they’ll break through his jaw at any moment. I know he’s dying to hit me, it’s a shame he’ll actually be dead before he gets the chance to.
“Lets try this again, who’s in this photo?” I hiss, dropping it into his lap. He doesn’t even look at it and already, he knows the answer.
“Me,” he reveals, his voice wavering. I nod, rolling my shoulders back.
“Good, who else?” I ask, growing impatient. My hands are twitching to lash out, strike him multiple times. I want to hear him scream in pain, beg for me to stop.
“Porter.” Trey replies, his voice barely above a whisper. I hold my hand up to my ear, my eyes burning with a freshly lit flame.
“What was that, Trey? I can’t hear you, speak up!”
“Porter!” Trey yells back, his legs bouncing at a ridiculous speed. He struggles against the restraints and my lips twitch upwards into a smirk from his fear.
“Why are you handing him money in the picture, Trey?” I ask dumbly, already knowing the answer.
“So he’ll kill you.”
He gives me what I want straight away and I chuckle, walking back and forth in front of him. My steps are slow, my stride and posture confident.
“It obviously didn’t work because I’m still here. Unless I’m the fûcking devil coming back to haunt your àss.” I hiss, leaning down so I’m inches away from his face. I immediately see regret flash through his eyes.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” Trey asks, his question rhetorical. He already knows the answer. I chuckle quietly, tilting my head slightly as I stare into his eyes that are slowly filling with fear.
“Not without a fair fight. It’s no fun if you’re strapped to a chair, Trey.”
His eyes widen and I can see his confidence returning as he thinks he has a chance against me. I resist the urge to chuckle again, he actually thinks he has a chance. Cute.
“I was stabbed by Porter and left to die a few weeks ago. No thanks to you.” I say sarcastically, a sadistic smile on my face.
“So I’m not fully healed yet. You have the upper hand here Trey. Let’s see what you’re made of.”
I remove the restrains off his wrists and take a step back, waiting for him to stand up. He glances around the room quickly for something to use as a weapon but it’s useless, the room is bare. Unless he breaks off a leg from the chair, he has no weapon.
“Fight me with your fists, if you want to kill me, do it properly.” I challenge him, my own ready to go.
“I fûcking despise you,” Trey hisses before lunging towards me.
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