Lady in Blue: The Billionaire's Regret

BIOLOGICAL BLOOD

PUNISHMENT

CHAPTER 17 [ When they thought they are safe, that’s when the devil paid a visit like a thief...]

WARNING: [ This include scenes, which is inappropriate for a younger audience. If you are below 18, you can stop reading and leave. Thank you ]

Humans has been said to deal with two nature at least. One is to be good, and the other one is to be bad, evils camouflage as sheep taken leverage and pulled oblivious towards where end meets death. There is no rescue. Life sow, and reap, no mercy heed, and all pledge overthrown and misheard. Bleak darkness meekly lay still, but the danger lurks, and strike unknown prior to who could detest that danger. It was like a thief, it stole, when the owner bound on sleep, and to woke up with an utter misfortune laid right in front of him. It’s horrible, and that’s what waiting for the unconscious Laura—tied, and helpless.

“A—argghh...” Her groans left her lips parted.

She tried to move her arms, but Laura failed. Something sharp suddenly prickled on her skin, it’s painful, stinging and aching limbs that presumably one could assumed that she had just gotten herself beaten into a pulp as what was running inside of her head. Shamble thoughts, and the pit on her stomach much worst reeled her inside by an omen abjured she bear when she saw that devil. He is a devil. He’s more than a monster she had ever seen in this world.

To think what had happened to Adam made her cry.

Her poor Adam!

It was more painful. The anguish she felt couldn’t be cured. Defenceless, the sobs raked on her chest. It was low at first until Laura find herself shrieking—screaming and throwing curses after curses. Her outburst left her exposed and disarmed. She shouldn’t be reckless, but what hope left for her to continue, when all goes downhill since that night? All the dreams she had became a nightmare. All the smile she earned turned hatred onslaught distress, a never ending agony that killed her soul. It shattered her. That f*****g killer may have not kill her, but he took her by means, where Laura lost the light she tried to sough after.

Her orbs shut down tightly. To recall that night were one of the hardest thing she could ever done. The memory of Adam tainted by his faceless visage, beheaded and gutted.

[LAURA’S FLASHBACK]

Her eyesight were blurry, when she regain her consciousness. The pain at the back of her nape were too intense that it made her wince. What happened? As she recalls, her last memory was, when she had gotten home, then...then Adam, and all turned black. Had she hit her head with something? Laura grunted. It was one of the most painful headache she had—but her thoughts halted on its track, when she came into a realization. She felt herself, but her arms and legs are trussed on a swivel chair, which smell of something funny she couldn’t put her fingers on.

Laura’s orbs fluttered open. She blinked once, and twice, blinded by the light pointing directly at her. It was too bright. It hurt her eyes.

She bit her lips. Where could she be? But all thoughts lead towards the groan she pick right across the room. That oh-so-familiar voice and tone she couldn’t be mistaken!

“A—adam?” Her voice is somewhat hoarse. Had she been sleep for so long? How long has it been when she became unconscious? She lost count.

Laura haven’t had any idea.

“A—are you there, baby?” Hopeful, Laura struggles on her restraints.

“I’m h—here.” His voice fall into short gasp. He sounded to be in so much agony that made Laura filled with worries.

She wanted to ask how he is, but she knew the answer on that question. Evidently, Laura felt nauseated. The remnants of the machete and the sewn lips made her stomach and skin recoiled.

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“D—did he do something to you, baby?” Laura in spite of her fears asked. “Oh god, please tell me he didn’t touch you.”

“B—baby.” She could hear his agony. “Just don’t look at me.”

THUMP. Her chest thump loudly. .

“P—please, what did he do?”

Her sobs poured harder—grim and sooth from how hard she cried painted the pinkish glow on her cheeks that almost mourn a pale blue colour of the cold winter. Soreness knocked through instil walls; distraught camouflage by endless sorrow – continuous- unending. The raging river flow. Anger aroused by something unjust were fuelled to set ablaze, and berserk to destroy many that scarred, and harm innocence that was left to rot, and bygone for ages. Unbearable dreary nights overflow. Her hatred. Her envy. Her own madness for whoever had inflicted this fear on them.

“H—hang on please, baby.” She was almost begging for him to stay awake. “We’ll get through this.”

They could go through this together if they survive and live. Which for Laura deems impossible as of the moment.

“A—adam?” Laura calls. “I—I love you.”

But Laura have not yet recovered, when they picked up noises coming from the outside of the room. Something heavier continue leaving thuds, and footsteps undeniably heading towards the room where they are being keep. Her heart picked up her chest. The loud drumming and the beats came ringing on her ears that it could almost drove her deaf. She wanted to move, the desire evident on her, but she haven’t had any power to do so. The mercy weren’t on hers, but to whoever had taken them.

However, Laura’s real question—why they had been brought her only to suffer? She haven’t done anything wrong to somebody. Adam, maybe? She doesn’t know. All of his transactions if it did not means trouble could be wired onto somebody that could bring harm and danger.

With fear stricken face, Laura were full of anticipation. Her legs are getting weak although tied. Trembling, and shuddering, especially when the door were pushed open.

“Hello. How are you?” His voice deep, and flat. It’s monotone, and deserted of any trace left by an emotion that could have told him and her that he is a human after all. “Had you have a good dream?” He added.

Laura’s breathe hitched, when she felt his presence getting closer. She turned her head and closed her eyes. Her jaw clenched. She loathed seeing how grotesque he appeared.

“P—please.” It was Adam, meekly calling. “L—leave her alone.”

“But I want to play with her.” The man responded, this time somewhat amused. “Do you love her?”

There is a moment of silence.

“Y—Yes.” Said Adam.

“Well—” The man paused. “You take too long to reply, so I’ll play with her—”

“N—no, spared her, just take me.” Adam is begging.

It pained Laura.

“But why do you love her?” His voice turned low. “She’s dirty. Don’t you want to ditch dirty things and thrash them?”

“S—she is not dirty, bastard!” Adam’s voice boomed aloud. He sounded weak, but the emotions resonating from him made his word strong, putting emphasis as it echoed.

“Well, if you wanted to badly take her place.” Laura had a bad feeling about it. “I’ll just take you from her.”

Her eyes widened.

“N—no!” Reluctant, Laura screamed ahold. “D—don’t touch him!”

“Well, don’t worry.” The man walked closer to where she was. He had the same masked that cause her nightmares. He leaned closer. Laura wanted to move away as far as she could, but her restraints won’t let her be. He reeks and she wanted to vomit. “I’ll let you watch him.”

Suddenly, the metal bed she’s bound move. There are series of creeks, and soon enough, it slowly lifted, bending it on his wills and so Laura had a more clearer view of Adam’s direction. However, imagine her horror to see him on that state. Adam’s skin were engrave by lashes that tear some parts, wounds rotten and deep that looks painful. It was horrid. It was merciless. But what made her pity her lover were to see them sewn together, a messy job intended to cause pain. They looks sore. His discomfort in display, paling and tied, but he manage to gave her a small reassuring smile.

Now, Laura knew why he sounded entirely on a torment earlier.

“I’ll save you.” Adam mouthed.

It wasn’t right. It was the very first time that Laura had seen him so battered. He may have went home from troubles and encounters, but they are only bruises, and small wounds. The Adam she knew is strong, but the man ahead from her appeared to be weak, and frail. Regardless of, he still manage to smile and reassure her. He still care for her, and not on what fate they may have end up with to whoever this man was. It’s misfortune. Unfortunate victims tormented by lament, remorse pleas that were laugh up for the latter’s own entertainment.

“I wonder what would I choose?” The man hums.

Laura noticed some tools laid on a pile. She knew what was coming.

“P—please.” She was begging.

She do not want to lose Adam at all cost. But the man neglect her cries, and settled on what she feared the most— a saw.

[Fun Fact: A chainsaw (or chain saw[1]) is a portable gasoline-, electric-, or battery-powered saw that cuts with a set of teeth attached to a rotating chain driven along a guide bar. It is used in activities such as tree felling, liming, bucking, pruning, cutting firebreaks in wild land fire suppression, and harvesting of firewood. Chainsaws with specially designed bar-and-chain combinations have been developed as tools for use in chainsaw art and chainsaw mills. Specialized chainsaws are used for cutting concrete during construction developments (Wiki, 1997)]

It roared to life, overpowering her pleas. She flail her arms. The metal bed clank, and clink, but the chainsaw were much louder. All of her efforts were put in vain. The tears on her eyes run like a stream—continuous, never ending. The ache scorch her, it rumbles her chest. Laura’s eyes red—rimmed, she is so pale.

But panic seizes her, when she saw him raised the chainsaw above Adam’s head.

“N—NO!” But her screams drown into a full blown of Adam’s own anguish.

Bewildered. Laura couldn’t find words how extremely she felt. In vain attempt, she was wide-eyed, staring, strength leaving her entire being dissipates into mournful sobs. Disoriented, her eyes were trained ahead. The ambient lights had allowed her to witnessed every single thing. The saw runs. It never stop. It howled, bemused. Blustering as the steel and grey coloured painted red and crimson. Much thicker. The smell of flesh hanging loosely, and death drove her insane. A pool on the floor doubled the distraught, disbelief were written all over her face.

Laura had no words. Stunned. Her sanity were rolling on a thin thread.

Is she really seeing him...getting killed heartlessly right in front of her eyes?

Gutted. Laura knew that she lost him.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Laura lost Adam. He was f*****g dead and for no apparent reason she didn’t know about.

“f**k you! f**k you, you f*****g freak!” A blood-curdling scream at the top of her lungs bounce back and forth onto the four towering walls of her confinement. “Just f*****g kill me already!” In total hysteria, she added.

She may not have seen him, but she knew that he is watching. The shadows concealed his silhouette, but never the scent he left, which smell of a horrid and evilest vile creature alive.

He killed Adam, but for no reason, he keep Laura alive. And she knew that hell were waiting for her on his den, nestled to made her suffer, but Laura lost care. It is death whom she asked, and not her dreams... anymore. To be alive would be fruitless, unless—her eyes dilated. Unless she carry the hell he brought to her, and drag him close.

@cycy