Chapter 28 #2
I heard a sigh and realized I had been lost in my own thoughts. Samaira shook her head, and I saw her lip curling. “You’re going to kill them all, aren’t you? Even if Sophie decides otherwise?”
“Sophie doesn’t need to know.”
She snorted. “Alright.”
Her one word took me by surprise. “Alright? You don’t think I should spare their life if Sophie asks us to?”
She gave me a glance for merely half a second, but it was enough to show me the lethal edge in her eyes.
“Not my decision to make, Dom. But I am not a very forgiving person. I think raping a woman, abusing a woman in any shape or form, is the most dehumanizing act a man can commit. It not only strips a woman of her power and her choice but it permanently breaks something inside her. No man has the right to do that to a woman just to satisfy his ego. And that’s what this is.
It’s purely an ego trip of a hateful person.
There is never a motive to commit atrocities against women except a bruised ego.
And I love nothing more than stomping the fuck over it.
Men like them never learn. They never stop.
They never repent. They always find new victims. I’d rather eradicate such men before another innocent woman has to suffer. ”
I fucking loved how sure Samaira was of herself. There wasn’t really much of a gray area for her. For something as heinous as rape and abuse, I unequivocally stood with her. “Let’s kill those bastards then.”
The moment we walked into the safe house, Samaira took me downstairs to their basement, which was a large open room with a big cage in the center.
The three rapists were held behind the cage and sat on chairs with their hands tied to the back and duct tape to their mouths.
Their cheeks ran with tears as they kept screaming from behind the tape.
Sloane and Tara sat outside the cage, Tara working furiously on her laptop with Sloane licking a lollipop and shooting darts inside the cage. Now that I looked at the men properly, each of them had two to three darts sticking out of their bodies, streaks of blood sliding down the hit area.
Tommy’s two friends were in slightly worse shape than Tommy, and I glared at Samaira. “You started without me?”
Samaira stood beside me and shrugged her shoulders. “I needed a confession from them before I handed them over to you. What if they weren’t the ones who raped Sophie? Can’t have you harming an innocent person.”
I cracked my knuckles. “And?”
She smirked, her gaze stuck on them. “Eh. A little roughhousing, some blackmail, a few white lies, and they broke. Confessed everything. They thought putting the entire blame on Tommy would get them out. Save them. Fucking idiots.”
My eyes narrowed at the three bastards as they stared back at me.
My body automatically rushed to the cage as I slammed against it, my fingers crushing the wires of the cage.
My vision tunneled in on the man in the center as his eyes turned mocking, and I could feel his pompous arrogance pouring through them, despite being tied to a chair.
Thank God his mouth was taped shut, because if I had heard him speak, I wouldn’t have had the control to wait for Sophie and my parents to arrive.
Tommy and his friends’ fate belonged to her first.
“You know me, don’t you, Tommy?” I asked between gritted teeth.
He simply rolled his eyes at me. I banged on the cage. “Answer me, you pathetic fuck.”
I turned to the men on his sides; one of them was whimpering like a fool, while the other kept trying to loosen his hands from behind the chair.
My blood boiled inside my veins, and fury coursed through my body in an endless wave.
I wanted to bash their skulls in, pull their beating hearts out of their chests and feed them to them.
The sound of a gasp from behind me had me turning around. There, at the bottom of the stairs, stood Sophie, with my parents on either side of her.
Her feet were frozen in place as she stood clutching my mom’s hands, her lips trembling and eyes shining with unshed tears.
I walked toward her, hiding the view of the three men behind me, and stood in front of her.
Softly, I held her cheek and turned her face to look at me. “Hey, Soph. I’m right here.”
I could feel Samaira, Sloane, and Tara’s eyes on us. But I kept my gaze on Sophie, as she whispered, “Is it them?”
I turned to look at Samaira, and Sophie followed my gaze.
Samaira met Sophie’s eyes and nodded. Perhaps it was the confirmation from Samaira, or perhaps it was looking at the three powerful women, each of whom had gone through something similar and emerged stronger, that gave Sophie the strength to take a step forward.
Keeping her hand in my mom’s, she said, “I want to see them, Dominic.”
I stepped aside from her line of vision and let her take a step toward the men who changed her life forever, who tried to break her down with cruelty, who took from her what wasn’t given freely.
But my sister had fought back. She’d pulled through and now stood across them with fire burning in her eyes.
Her eyes glistened with tears as she stood still, staring each man in the eye for long minutes, her fingers tightening around the wires of the cage, her jaw clenched with tension.
She kept her eyes on the man in the center and, in a soft, silver-edged tone that sent shivers down my spine, said, “Open the cage.”
My eyes snapped to her, and then to Samaira, who instantly obeyed Sophie. My heart pumped harder as fear for my sister had blood rushing to my ears. I softly clutched Sophie’s hand. “Maybe it’s not the best idea.”
Her eyes snapped to me, and rage unlike anything I’d ever seen in my sister’s eyes collided with mine.
It made me immediately shut up. Sophie turned to walk to the cage door, and my eyes met Samaira’s over her head, only to find her giving me a smirk.
She raised her eyebrows at me, as if reminding me of our conversation in the car, and I took a deep breath and stood beside my parents.
Once Samaira opened the door to the cage, she walked in front and let Sophie enter. She kept the cage open, as if leaving Sophie the option to get out whenever she wanted.
Sophie was silent as she walked up to the guy in the center, who looked at her with the sadistic cruelty that made me want to gouge his eyes out. She moved closer, and that had me instantly taking a step forward. She ripped the tape off his mouth, making him hiss in pain.
“Why did you do it?” My sister’s voice was so soft, so sad, it made my heart bleed. It made me want to pound into this fucker’s face that much more.
The fucking audacity of Tommy, he simply shrugged. “Didn’t you disrespect me first?”
Sophie’s fingers clenched into a tight fist, her knuckles turning white. “You slipped something into my colleague’s drink. You were going to take advantage of her.”
The fucker simply rolled his eyes as the two men beside him started to scream from behind the tape, shaking their heads. “You should’ve minded your own fucking business. This was never about you.”
“So you raped me just because you couldn’t rape my colleague?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes as if Sophie was exhausting him. “Trust me, I’m regretting it now.” He, then, sneered. “Your pussy wasn’t even worth all the hassle you’ve put me through.”
A loud crack rang in the air as Sophie slapped Tommy across the face, her body heaving. The fucker’s eyes gleamed as he spat blood on the floor. “Fuck.”
“Do you regret it?” My sister’s voice was deathly calm, as if the answer to that one question would change everything.
But the dense fucker didn’t pick up her tone or actually didn’t give a fuck.
He had the audacity to look upon her, dragging his gaze from top to bottom, his eyes glinting with the demented darkness that made my stomach curdle. “Nope. Should’ve fucked you harder.”
Her pubic bone had fractured. Her body had scars to prove the fucker’s brutality. A growl rumbled out of my chest at his words while Tommy looked at me with a bored expression on his face. As if he truly didn’t realize that he was living the last moments of his life.
Sophie turned her head to look at Samaira and asked loud enough for all three men to hear her clearly. “What do the men do when you chop off their dicks? ”
Samaira looked at the three fuckers and winked at them. She pulled a knife from her back pocket and twisted it around her fingers. She looked Tommy straight in the eyes and said, “They squeal like the pigs that they are.”
Samaira looked at Sophie and asked, “Whose little chopped-off dick do you want?”
Now, the fucker’s arrogant smile faltered. “Uh…what…what nonsense is this?”
Sophie stood in front of the fucker, her shoulders squared. “Vengeance. Revenge. Justice. Retribution. Retaliation. Payback. There are plenty of words for it. To put it simply, say bye-bye to your dicks, motherfuckers.”
She looked at Samaira. “All of them.”
Before Samaira could take a step forward in their direction, I walked to the cage door. “I’d like to volunteer.”
Sophie looked at me with her eyes wide open, whereas Samaira gave me a surprised smile. “You’d like to chop off their dicks?”
I placed my hands in my pockets and looked down at the three fuckers who were now starting to realize the severity of their situation. Not looking away from them, I nodded. “Among other things.”
I looked at Sophie then. “Is that okay with you, Soph? I’d like to do this.”
She frowned with worry. “Are you sure?”
I gave her a nod. “More than anything.”
She nodded and stepped closer to me. In a voice the men couldn’t hear, she said, “And Dominic?”
“Hmm?”
“Kill them for me.”
I pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head. “With pleasure.”
She then walked out of the cage, her head held high, and stood outside it with Mom and Dad. I turned my head to Samaira, who stood in the corner waiting for me, and gave her a nod. “Lock the gate from outside.”
She smiled and walked up to me. She handed me her knife and her brass knuckles. “You’ll need it later. I recommend chopping the dick after you beat the shit out of them. Otherwise, they just die before you’re done with beating the fuck out of them.”
Even at a time like this, my lips curled in a smile. “Noted.”
She kissed my cheek and walked out, shutting the door of the cage behind me with a loud clang.