Valencia

"You know Viktor is out there and we are needed out there for him. What-," his words halted as I turned around seeing it was me.

"Valencia," he spoke my name with such malice that all I wanted to do was cut out his tongue. The hatred was there in his eyes as I smiled at the thought. Without a thought I ran towards him. I pushed him to the floor with a thud. Before he could say anything, my hand went to my thigh to get my knife out and the other in his mouth.

I held on to his tongue as he tried to get me off.

He punched my sides, and used his legs to change the inevitable but it was of no use. It took me less than a minute but it was done.

Elijah could no longer speak even if his life depended on it. Blood covered his mouth and face and pain was etched on his face.

My hands were dipped in blood. Getting off him I held his tongue in my hand and waived as if it was a prize. Elijah curled up on his sides and screamed as much as he could. I didn't think anyone would have heard his scream in all the chaos that was going on outside.

"Awe," I cooed as I moved towards his curled screaming body. "Does it hurt?"

"Don't worry I'm sure that no one will hear your pathetic screams," I scooted down to where his fucking bloody face was. "People are trying to save themselves so no one will come to save you." I picked his finger. Tracing the old ring that screamed nothing but old money.

My bloody hands tried to get it off of his old, a bit wrinkly finger but that thing wouldn't just budge. I just cut off his finger up to free the ring. Another scream filled my ears and I just loved it.

He was going to die a slow painful death.

"I think I'm going to do much worse than tearing your limbs apart," I grimaced at him. He screamed as much as he could but it was of no avail. I could still hear the guns going on. There was going to be no one to save him.

"This is a beautiful ring. I might keep this as a souvenir," I smiled with a crazy satisfaction.

"However, I need a lot of your blood," I pouted in front of his screaming face. The tip of my blade pushed into his wrist. I saw the pain expanding in those eyes. The fear was just right there. Gliding my blade down to his elbow I just made him bleed.

The precious gown I was wearing turned to crimson in places but I would have loved it if it was all crimson from this man's blood. His screams died down and that irked me. He needed to scream till his last breath.

"Aww poor baby, it isn't hurting that much," I cooed before plunging the knife into his pubic area. The man had pissed his pants sometime before.

"What a mess you made Elijah?" I said as I dug my blade deeper and forced itself up near the chest. Screams and crimson blood flew out of his body from everywhere. Taking the blade out from his abdomen I saw him losing consciousness.

"No, no, you can't close your eyes. The fun has just begun," I whispered in his ear before cutting it off. The last of his screams were leaving him.

Putting the remainder of his hand on the floor I punched it hard giving me the desired result. The sound of cracking of bones wasn't heard in the loud scream he let out.

Without waiting for another second, I chopped off each of his fingers making sure I could hear those soothing screams.

"You wanted to hurt my son, cut off his limbs, right?" I questioned Elijah who was running in and out of consciousness.

"This is for that," I grimaced at him as my hand went for his other hand breaking each of his bones ruthlessly. The screams of my victims were always music to my ears but this was just a balm to my soul. It was like hearing my favorite song on loop.

I picked up the blade and stabbed it right into his palm. The crimson blood seemed so little to me even when it was soaking my dress. I moved the blade right through his palm up to his arm, tearing him apart. Madness had taken over me. All I could see was crimson red. Covering myself in it and dancing over his body like a madwoman was all I could think about, but he still had some life left on it.

"You were going to sell my daughter to the brothel," I spoke the words with agony in my soul. The craziness inside me just went a grade up. My hands reached for his pants tearing them off with the blades until I could see the flaccid anatomy that made him a man. I just smiled at his groaning face as I pulled out my gun.

I just took shot after shot. Until I was sure that nothing was left of his flaccid dick but tatters.

"You are not even worth breathing the same as her," I grimaced at his face. Stabbing the blade right into his abdomen I teared him up to his tattered dick. Crawling to his face I heard his screams but there were none. My hand went to check for his pulse. It was barely present.

The pathetic dog was dying but I had to make sure he died for sure. There should be no life left in him.

Pointing my gun at his head.

"This is for destroying our lives," the gun went off blowing up his brains. Moving my gun down to his chest I moved to where his heart was.

"This one because you are a fucking dog," another shot, and blood splattered on my face, but I didn't care. Picking up the blade I stabbed him right into his heart, again and again, carved out his skin until all I could see was blood.

Moving to his neck, I just stabbed him right there tearing him open as much as I could. In a crazy madness, I tore him up. The crimson coloring me, but I just didn't care. I craved for his death and blood. I tore up him as an animal did to his prey.

He was turned inside out with his organs in tatters. Opening his eyelid, I stabbed my blade right through it. There was no scream and no pulse longer left in him. However, I still wanted to shred him to pieces. The madness that ran through my veins was really at its peak. I had carved his skin with nothing but patterns of claws.

The cracking noise of opening the door brought me out of my trance. For a small second, I thought it might be Cillian to have his fun but that wasn't the scenario.

I saw her first and a crazy smile covered my face. I saw fear explode in those eyes. The deep horror took over her face. It wasn't just refreshing it was addictive. I pulled out the blade with a sharp jerk. Elijah's eyeball came out with it and plopped down.

A pin-drop silence surrounded us as the eyeball rolled towards where she stood.

"Shhh," I whispered with my bloody knife near my lips.

"You are here to save your father-in-law?" I asked with a wicked smile on his face getting up from where I was.

"Sorry he died," I pouted in front of her. She stood where she was drenched in fear. I stepped into her personal space. The smell of fear was rolling out of her.

"If you don't want the same death for your family, you would keep quiet," I whispered in her ear. "For now," I added making her breath faster.

"Run but keep quiet," I laughed loudly as I stepped back.

"I'm no longer the woman you knew, Natalia," I said as I stared into her eyes. "And you might be in the same position as he is if you ever thought about opening your mind," I added in a dangerous tone before walking out of the room back to mine.

Writer's NoteHello Everyone. I knew this is a bit graphic but I wanted to bring out and show you the real Valencia. More than that Natalia saw her !!! So you think she will be quiet or her mouth will be loud and telling the truth. Let's find out in the next chapter !! Its going to be in Natalia's point of view