Valencia

I looked at his hand on my wrist. The more I stared at it, I felt like his touch was burning me. The words he used, the way he played me, so many things he had done and I couldn't forget anything. The pain I had carried for so long until I got the means to give back the pain he had given me.

"Let go," I snapped at him making him back up. The moment his hand left my wrist I felt better and he looked at me as If I had grown another head. I stared right into his eyes.

"I'm not hurt," I paused. "I'm angry. I'm fucking mad because suddenly I feel like everything is in chaos. There was going to be one fucking aim and suddenly that was taken away from me and everyone expects me to just go with it." Cillian had the audacity to sigh and I wanted to snap his neck.

"Viktor betrayed you," Cillian's words didn't hurt at all. I stood taller and more confidently as I took in the three men in the room.

"Name one person who hasn't betrayed me?" They all have betrayed me in a way by keeping things from me, cheating on me, and making a fool of me. "Everyone in my life has only used it for their gains. Everyone wants me dead and I have no fucking care about anyone right now." I said with a smile on my face before walking out of there for good.

All the men in my life were shit. I haven't come across one who hasn't betrayed me. It was too easy to blame fate for the decisions I had taken in my life. I shouldn't have fucking fallen in love with Alexandro because if I didn't I wouldn't have been chased out of my own house only to feel into the trap laid down by Demyan and his sister.

Fuck that I haven't found any one single person men and woman who hadn't betrayed me. My mother betrayed me, my oh-not-so-loving sister-in-law did, then so did Natalia who I had considered a friend. Every single person I knew had kept me in the dark and betrayed me.

Why was it so difficult to find one person in the world whom I could trust and who wouldn't lie to me even by omission? Was it so difficult to come out clean about everything? Cillian's words that he hated me were wrong in my mind so furiously right now. This whole drama about me being of the same blood as Ivan's wanted me to drain out each and every drop of it. It wasn't my mistake that my biological mother decided to fuck my biological father and I ended up as a product to live such a miserable life.

Viktor's betrayal hurt but I didn't even know what the fuck hurt really was. It felt like I had become immune to the pain of being hurt like this. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I had come out of the house and no idiot had tried to stop me. I turned around to see that there was no one around me. Not a single fucking guard.

I looked around once again and yep there was no one but there was something more interesting than man. I walked towards the closed doors not so far from where I had walked out of the house of keeping a watchful eye for anyone. There was no one around me. The big door was locked but the small glasses on the door gave me a glimpse of dirt bikes and cars in there. I looked behind me once again trying my luck with the door but it didn't budge. Crouching down I had a look at it. It was a normal lock something that I could open easily with the right tool which I could really find in my room.

"Hey," I heard someone. I didn't turn to look around who it was because I knew from the sound itself that it wasn't anyone of the people I knew. It had to be one of the guards. I removed one of my earrings and let it fall on the ground.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," he said loudly in a thick Russian accent and I just turned around looking up from where I was crouching on the ground.

"What are you doing?" his eyes were on me but his hand was on his gun.

"I lost my earring," I told him with my hands raised pulling on an innocent face. "See," I hesitantly moved my hand showing him the empty ear lobe.

"I was lost in my thoughts and crashed into the door. My earring dropped and I was just looking for it," I raised my hand immediately.

"Go inside. I will bring it for you," he didn't trust me at all and with my raised hands I stood up. His eyes didn't leave me and neither did his hands from the gun in his waist. I didn't look back as I lowered my hands, just walked in the direction where I came from. There was no point in staying right now. I just had to wait for the right time.

As I walked back into the house, I just turned up to my room. There was no point in seeing those men working for themselves only. Suddenly I didn't trust anyone. Locking up my door I looked at the various that were in my room.

There was no fucking vase in here and I surely wanted to break one. I was back to ground one. All my life I had been chased away and moved from one place to another. My family didn't give me the love that I needed, and neither did any of the people in my life. All I had was people screwing me over and using me.

I walked into the bathroom my eyes looking at the mirror. My hand raised to just break it but I just stopped before my fist could connect with it. Staring at my reflection all I could realize was that I was no longer the same woman who had been screwed over and used so many times. The difference between her and me was that I was no longer naive. I had killed with these bare hands. I had been turned into a monster, an assassin. There was no longer any hesitance inside me as I used a blade to carve someone's skin. My hands were red with blood whether clean or not they were dripping blood like others.

Viktor turned me into a monster but he forgot that I was a human being capable of thinking. He might have been thinking of me as his greatest weapon but I was a lot more than that. It was something I had to show him.

Retracting my hand I walked back down the room looking for a hairpin. I looked all over and it wasn't there. These things just couldn't be found when needed. Swiping the room clean I couldn't find any but one has to come up with a plan B. Looking around the room I tried to find an alternative and then I saw the heavy set of curtains around the window.

I smiled in victory as I stood up on a chair and was able to find a set of hooks that I could straighten out as a pin. Holding the pain in my hand felt more like freedom than the effort that I was putting in to get it. Putting everything back in place I breathed in a sigh of relief.

I was ready.

Now all I had to do was wait for the night to come.

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Darkness was a gift. The night was a blessing. As I turned the corner on the road I felt a freedom that I hadn't felt for so long. My hair whipped to the back as I sped up the bike I had stolen from the old garage. I was no longer under anyone's control.

I felt like the truth had set me free but at the same time, it felt like it had set me on flames burning fire. Everything felt a lot contradicting. Demyan tried to show me a good side of him, trying to prove that all he did was right and in my favor like he meant no harm to me. Hadn't he heard that actions spoke louder than words? I couldn't believe a word that came out of his mouth but the same was the case with Viktor.

His name had anger running through my veins. I guess his betrayal scar being the latest hurt more than those of others. I breathed in lungfuls of air as I accelerated the bike. I had a destination to reach and some riling up to do. Suddenly the killer inside of me was hungry for blood. It wanted to shed some blood and win at it.

The red color of Viktor's blood gave me a thrill. I didn't want to bleed him dry but maybe he needed to pay up for his actions too. Keeping me in the dark was a terrible thing for him to do. He Led me on and that was what pissed me off. I just wanted to show him what the monster he had worked so hard to create could do.

Hello, Lovelies.

Sorry, I got really busy and everything has been really stressful. I can't tell you how sorry I'm.

Someone asked me whether was Demyan forgotten?

Was his revenge done with? Are you justified with his reasons?

What do you think about Viktor? Would you like to see him bleed?

Or would you prefer Sophia to bleed?

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