Obsession (17 page)

Damien

I watch with a satisfied smile on my face, as I hear gunfire. My back up has arrived, thank god. I need to get out of these restraints. Now.

I see Jake quickly drop Faith to the floor. Like she’s on fire. He whips himself around to see what the hell is going on. His face falls when he sees Malc and Anton and the two men that flank them both. The plan to get in unnoticed seems to have worked.

The first of Jake’s men drops down at the side of me, the thud as he falls back and slides down the wall makes me grin. He might have just been a paid hand, but he kept Faith from me.

My breathing hitches when I see Faith trying to scuttle across the floor to avoid the conflict that’s all around her. “Faith, move over to the wall” I scream at her, trying to be heard above all the noise and commotion.

For what seems like forever she doesn’t move, so I scream at her again. Anger swells inside of me, I pull harder at the restraints that have me bound, the frustration I feel at trying my fucking hardest to break free is making me lose my shit. I need to get to her, told her I would never let her be hurt again and within a few days I have failed her.

“Malc get me out of these now.” I bellow across the room at him he just looks at me, and gives me a look like I’m crazy. I know there’s fucking bullets flying but I need out of here. NOW. I want to get to Faith.

Faith finally moves slowly across the floor on her hands and knees letting off little screams, when the bullets whistle past her. Jake catches her movement and quickly ducks down, he manages to get hold of her leg, as she tries to move towards the wall. She kicks out at him, trying to break his hold on her leg with no use. I try to pull harder, but I feel the burn in my shoulders when I pull. Watching in horror as he manages to get a tighter grip, pulling himself closer to her. I scan the room looking for Anton or Malc, anyone that might be able to get to Faith. “Malc, Anton….get Faith.” I shout, but it’s no use they are currently stuck behind one of the huge support pillars taking cover. All I want to do is get to free and to save my girl. I don’t care about the bullets that are flying around. I would take a bullet for her, hell I would die for her if it meant she was safe.

The only other time I have ever felt this powerless, was when Bella went missing and I was away in another country. What could I do, at least I managed to get on the next flight home, when I found out what had happened. Then when I did get home, everything became clear and I finally figured out what he had done to Bella, I saw red, and finally took the action that would be needed against my father, the consequences that set my path in motion.

The day I saw my sister die in that room, her body lifeless on top of that bed, that is what broke me, that day I lost the first piece of my soul.

All I know is that all the light inside of me, all the good that my mother had made sure I had, left me that day. I didn’t catch a glimpse of good again until I found Faith.

But even that doesn’t compare with what I am going through right now. It’s like watching everything play out in slow motion and there is fuck all I can do.

I pull even harder than I did before, I want out, I don’t care about the burning or the biting, I can feel the warm liquid trickle out of the sores on my wrist.

The gunfire is deafening in the empty room. Faith’s screams are cut through the noise, I can hear them all the way over here. Jake manhandles her up and grips both of her arms and shakes her. I am going to tear him limb from limb when someone gets me out of these fucking restraints.

Malc has managed to kill the guy that was firing at him, so that leaves one other and Jake. The two men that are dead have left nice pools of blood around them from their fatal wounds.

The gunfire stops and for a second I think it’s over until I see Anton point the gun and pull the trigger, henchman number three slumps forward and that’s him taken care of. There is only Jake left and he is mine.

“I see you still need a hand.” Anton says to me.

“You might need these.” Malc says to Anton, and I hear the jingle of the keys being tossed through the air towards Anton’s head. I want these chains off me now; the thirst for Jakes blood is riding me hard.

“Get me out of these now!” I am demand “Where the fuck is Faith?” I yell as I see Malc over the other side of the room landing punch after punch to Jake’s face.

I finally see Faith sat with her back against the wall, she is hugging her knees to her chest tightly. It just reminds me of the first time I came into that room, and saw her against the wall she looks pissed off. I can see her body shaking from all the way over here. Anton needs to get these damn things off me right now. I want my girl, I need to feel her in my arms..

“Hurry up Anton get me out of these damn things,” I feel the tugging and pulling as the key is turned to undo the lock. The burning in my wrists increases, as they are released when the air hits the open wounds.

My arms drop to my sides limply, after being chained up for so long they feel numb.

I rush over to the wall and drop to my knees in front of her. Gently placing my hands on her face, I pull her to look up at me. I need to see them beautiful emerald eyes need them to keep me grounded.

I place my lips gently to her lips and I kiss her with all the tenderness I can muster considering I have not set eyes on her for what seems like days. All I really want to do is wrap her in my arms, take her to bed, and show her that he’s mine. I release her lips and she lets out a little giggle. Even with all this shit she still blows me away. I stand up and pull her as close to me as humanly possible.

“I knew you would come, I never lost hope that you would come for me.” Her faith in me blows me away. I would go to the end of the earth for this woman.

“Always baby.”

“I need to go and deal with Jake. Are you ok to wait here or do you want me to put you in the car?” Her face sets in a hard line at the mention of his name and I can still see the dried blood and dirt on her face and hair, and it breaks my heart to know that someone could do this to her.

“I want to be in there with you, I want to see you finish him Damien.” Her words send me in to a tail spin. She can’t see what I am going to do to him, what if she can’t accept my monster?

“No Faith you can’t be in there when I’m dealing with business I won’t allow it.” I try to keep my words firm, but she has that look that says I’m not going to win. I know that she has been through hell but looking at her right now, all I can see is a strong, determined woman who has a score to settle.

“You will not take this away from me Damien. That scum damaged my best friend, threatened the man I love, and killed my father whilst I watched and then to top it off he ejaculated on my face, so no Damien, I will be in that room while you kill him and I will enjoy every fucking minute of it.”

I fucking knew the
zalupa
would try something and to do that on her face is lower than low.

“What do you mean damaged your best friend? Where is Camilla, Faith?” I see my girl whip her head around to face Malc, a look of despair flashes across her face.

“Malc she’s in that room through there where they had us held, but I will warn you now. You will not like what you see. She needs to get to a hospital asap.” I don’t hear his reply as he turns to run down the hall, to get Cami.

It’s just the two of us left standing in the room.  I wrap her in my arms and take this moment to enjoy the fact that I have her back in one piece. A loud male scream has me letting go of Faith, and running down the hall, I stop when I find Malc on his knees with Cami cradled into him, rocking forwards and backwards. He is crying into her hair, whispering to her.

She is absolutely filthy and has blood all over her from her busted up face, right down to her bare legs.

“I need to get her out of her Damien, please I need to help her.” He sounds broken and it pains me to see him this way, he has always been the strong and stoic one.

“Go Malc, get her seen to and we will join you shortly, when we have tied up these few loose ends.”

He nods at me, scoops Cami up into his arms and stands to leave the room. I am sure Anton and I can handle Jake. He is shackled to the wall where I was and I can’t wait until I get into that room with him. I will kill him, and I’ll enjoy it. I don’t take kindly to people trying to hurt what’s mine.

“We have to deal with Jake now, are you sure you can handle this? This isn’t going to be a fair fight, and he won’t be walking away from this Faith. This shit changes you.”

“I can deal with it Damien, after everything he has done to us, to me, I want him dead as much as you do.”

Her words should surprise me but they don’t, I know how strong she is and I’ve learnt what she is capable of doing. She is strong and caring and I am more in love with her right at this very moment than I think I have ever been. What kind of woman goes through what she has and still comes out fighting on the other side? That is the kind of woman I need with me for the rest of my life, to love, to honour and fucking cherish. I grab hold of her arm and slowly pull her towards where Anton has Jake held.

The main room of the warehouse is nothing special,

I see his body shackled up, and I won’t say that a sick smile doesn’t grace my lips at the smug satisfaction I get in seeing this.

“So what do we have here?” I say to Anton who is standing just off to the side of Jake.  I really want to take my time, drawing every drop of blood from his body. Watching as the light fades from his eyes. I go to the bag that Anton brought, knowing what is inside this bag, it’s like waiting for the presents on Christmas day. The tools that he uses to implement his punishments are legendary around our table, if a man knew Anton was coming for them, then you knew you would not be going out without a bang, that’s for sure.

“So Jake, what should I do to you first?” I ask in an amused voice. “You understand why we won’t be letting you get away with what you have done, don’t you?” he doesn’t even acknowledge me.

“First you infiltrated my family for your own advantage, then you work with her father to draw him further into this whole mess. Then you have the cheek to bring my girl to my warehouse and abuse her and her best friend.” I am itching to get to work. I glance over at Faith as she watches on, making sure she is ok. I look back to the bag on the floor and reach inside, pulling out the first tool. I don’t want to make it quick, I want to make him suffer like he has made them suffer. The silver blade catches the light as I pull it from the bag, I hear his breath hitch a tiny little bit when he sees it. I have the full use of my arms back now that all the blood has returned to them. The pins and needles have dissipated leaving me with just a dull ache in my shoulders.

I can see him now trying to fight against the binds. I twirl the blade around in my hand and through my fingers.

I press the blade into his cheek and slowly drag it down towards the corner of his mouth, I press the blade to the other side and repeat the process

“See, you don’t understand how much I love that girl, with every fibre of my being I will protect her, I will always save her from fuckers like you and your brother. Of course we know who you are, those little tokens that you kept at your flat. Destroyed. Everything about you will be destroyed just like your brother was, and I will enjoy every second of it.”

Faith

I am in this warehouse watching the man that I love, slice open another mans’ face. If you would have asked me a year ago if I would have been standing here like this now, I would have said you were crazy. The good little girl like me would not deal with any sort of violence but after what I have been through these past few months has taught me one thing that even if you are good, the evil in the world will always find you. 

I stand and watch every little thing, noticing the way Damien’s skilled hands easily slice through his skin, I have never taken much notice of the way a man can hurt another man so easily, without regard for the person or their own humanity. He is like a man possessed while he gets to work. I watch on with a satisfied smile at the thought of this man getting what he deserves.

I have never been so excited to see Damien in all my life as I was earlier, but when Jake had me watch, as Damien was chained up to that wall it broke my heart. I think my mind just shut down. The man I knew who had come to rescue me was being led away where he would be unable to get free and help, I went numb just praying for the end, that it would be over quickly.

Then the gunfire started, and everything seemed to happen so quickly. The next thing I knew, I felt his warm lips against mine. I could not help the little giggle that escaped from my lips it was surreal, one minute I had resigned myself to my fate, then the next Jake was being dragged to the wall and Damien had me in his arms.

I knew with every piece of me that I wanted to watch as Jake took his final breath. To rid the world of these two sick bastards is a blessing and I will not think any less of my man for doing it. If anything knowing that my man will kill to protect me, only makes me love him more.

The loud crunch of bone breaking is a sound I will never forget, the garden secateurs in Damien’s hands that he is using, to grip hold of each one of his fingers and cut them off just before each knuckle. His screams fill the space, but they don’t bother me. So far three fingers are lying useless on the floor.

As he grips hold of each finger he says the same line to him, and it sends chills down my spine.

“You. Do. Not. Touch. What. Is. Not. Yours.” He punches out every last word his accent fading more with each pronunciation. I hear the repeat of the crunch of bone and the screams and the dull thud of another finger hitting the floor. I am not sure how long the whole process takes, to rid him of all of his fingers. I think I stopped listening after five, just staring blankly looking like I am watching. Every now and then Damien will look at me with concern in his eyes, I am sure it was because I was watching this unfold.

The dried blood on my face is driving me crazy and I still want to wash his dirty seed off me, because all I could manage to do was wipe it, not scrub it clean. So what I am going to do later is get under the shower spray and remove every last trace of this hell away, but first I have to get through this.

The only thing I have to be thankful to Jake for is killing my Father. I can’t say I was happy to watch that, but I am glad he is dead. I really am. The relief I feel now he’s gone is immense. Now all the pieces of the puzzle have finally been slotted into place nobody sets my life now but me, I choose what I get to do, and whom I get to be with. Me.

Anton and Damien are both stood talking, I presume it is to decide what they are going to do next, before I think about it and stop myself, I have to get my say in. I don’t care if they ignore me, I want Jake to know that I have a say in how this will play out.

“Strip him down Damien, I don’t want any part of his body left unmarked. He deserves to bleed for what he has done to Cami and me, but also for every other girl he has ever laid a hand on.”

“I think that’s a great idea, babe, where shall we start?” I watch as he puts the secateurs down and picks up the knife again. Making his way back over to Jake he puts the blade under his top and quickly slashes the blade upwards so that it cuts his t-shirt off, then he pulls the trousers forward and slips the blade and cuts down each leg so that they fall in tatters to the ground.

He is now as naked as the day he was born, and I am glad to say that this disgrace of a human will not be gracing the earth much longer. Every time he breathes the same air as any decent person, it makes me sick. To think that he gets off on what he does to people, the lies and manipulation the web he has weaved for his own self-gratification.

The time has come for him to meet his fate

***

Damien

To hear her say what she wanted me to do to him, I forget for a minute that this is about Faith and what she has been through. All I want to do is kill him, as slowly and painfully as possible. It has set me alight with a new sense of purpose. I will make sure that he suffers, but to how she wants him to suffer… it does indescribable things to me.

“Where do you want him to bleed first, Faith?” I ask her hoping that she is strong enough to tell me exactly what she wants me to do.

“I want you to slice into his worthless excuse of a cock Damien. I want him to bleed all over the floor, while you slice in to every spare inch of his skin.”  Wow. She is gaining more strength every day. She is not letting what has happened to her define her anymore, she is grabbing life by the horns and giving as good as she gets. That’s my girl.

I still have the knife in my hand from slicing his clothes off him, so to do what she has told me to do will be easy. The thought should bother me slicing into a man’s balls, but this is not a man of consequence. Hell he won’t be alive much longer anyway. By the time I am through with him he will be begging for me to end it all, I won’t though. He can bleed to death slowly like his brother did.

“For you babe, I will do anything.” I say to her as I step closer to him and see the disgusting sack that he emptied inside of all those defenceless girls, so I slice the knife down his chest to his cock and through his sack. It’s like slicing through butter, the blade cuts through the skin with ease. I use light sweeps of the blade, not enough to kill instantly, but enough so that he remains on the brink his fingers have gone, his balls cut open and now, I am going to enjoy marring every last inch of his skin. I work quickly and skilfully using different strokes, some long and deep then short and shallow. I leave the rest of his torso until right at the end. I am going to enjoy carving into it. I’m going to make him scream.

“Anton, I am going to need the other knife.” I ask him, I don’t need to look at him to know that he will get it. I keep looking at this piece of shit, so far he has only screamed when I cut off his fingers and nothing since. I’m going to have to fix that.

“Here you go boss.” I hear Anton say as I turn towards him. The blade is not that long but it is thick and serrated, this is going to hurt him when I use it.

“You’re going to be branded now Jake, just like your brother was, he thought he could touch what was mine, he thought he could just take. When will sick fucks like you understand that no means no.” I punch these words out, as I press the knife into his belly, I don’t have to push to hard to hear him scream, the serrated edge of the blade is doing that for me.

I drag the blade up and down his skin, the screams are music to my ears. I hear a gasp somewhere in the fog that is my mind. I don’t stop I carry on, needing to finish this so I can work on the next part of making him unrecognizable.

“Damien, you need to finish him.” I here Anton say. I just grunt, not wanting to stop what I am doing, my girl needs to know that if anyone ever comes after her, I won’t hesitate to destroy them.

The haze clears a little from my mind and I see that I have really done a number on his stomach and chest the words
‘Rapist
bastard’
are carved into his skin.

“Enough, Damien please.” I hear Faith’s voice and I get the feeling that I have let too much of my monster show. The ruthless bastard doesn’t come out to often, but when it does, it’s hard to get him under control.

“Tell me what you need Faith?” I ask her, I don’t think I can go easy on him after what he has caused.

“I want you to finish this now Damien, and then I want you to take me home.” I know that I will do what she asks of me. As much as I want to draw the pain out, and make him suffer as much as humanely possible, before he takes his last breath, if she wants me to kill him now I will.

“Jake, you know that I want to draw this out, and believe me when I say that I am going to kill you quickly because Faith wants me to. I think you now realise that I will do whatever for her, so I am going to give you this one chance to speak your last words before you meet your maker.” His eyes have all but glazed over at my words, he is in that state where he has resided himself to his fate, he knows it’s coming.

“Fuck you, you think I give a shit about dying, the only regret I have is not killing you and fucking her and then killing her too…” I punch him in the face at his last statement, the anger in me reaching boiling point. Blood is now pouring from his mouth, a few teeth have fallen out from the force of the blow. I take the gun from Anton, and point it straight at his dick, I will make it quick, but first I want that appendage gone, so that his last thought as I pull the trigger is, he just blew my cock off. Chuckling to myself, I fire quickly and the bellow of agony that resonates around the room makes me smile at what I see before me. The hole where his penis and balls used to be is a welcome sight, knowing that he will be done soon.

I lift the gun pointing the barrel straight at his head and squeeze the trigger. His head whips back with the pressure of the bullet being fired so close, right into the front of his skull. No one is living after that shot, I don’t even need to check. I drop the gun and turn around to face Faith.

I don’t have time to take a minute before she is running full speed into my arms. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me, she does not care that I am filthy, covered in the blood of the man I have just killed. She needs me.

I feel her squeeze me tighter, her arms clinging to me around my neck, it is then I hear her cries and my body automatically want’s to sooth her and take away the pain.

“Ssh baby, I got you it’s all over, I swear it’s over no one will ever hurt you again.” Lifting her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms still clinging to me tightly. I carry her towards the exit of the warehouse, wanting to get her out of this hellhole.

“Burn it down Anton, I never want to step foot inside this place again.”

The light is bright as I step outside the sun sitting high not often do we get such a bright day in London, my only hope is that it’s a new start. I carry her towards the waiting car. I place her in the back, and get in beside her not wanting to be apart from her. I pull her back on to my lap and hold her close.

We set off and drive towards the hospital, where I can get her checked out, make sure she is really ok and not just putting on a brave face. She never has to pretend when I am around, if she is in pain or suffering I want to know, just like when she is happy and full of joy, seeing her beautiful smile is enough for me to die a happy man.

***

The sterile feel to the hospital room that Faith has been put in is cold and clinical, I hate it, I just want to get out of here and take my girl home let her rest, I want to be the only one to take care of her.

I sit in the waiting room, while the doctor is examining her. I was not happy about leaving her there while a doctor checked her out, but Faith demanded I go saying that she did not want me there while they checked her over. I can’t even say it let alone think about it, Faith is adamant that he did not violate her, but they have to check apparently.

I look up to see Malc walking down the corridor towards the waiting room his face looks pained. I stand and make my way towards him.

“How’s Cami, doing?” I ask him, his eyes showing his fear and worry.

“They said she has lost a lot of blood, and there is internal bleeding, they have taken her straight down to theatre.” I have never heard him sound so defeated.

“She is in the best possible place Malc.”

“What if she doesn’t make it Damien? What will I do then? How will I.” 

I cut him off. Thinking like that isn’t going to help anyone.

“She is strong Malc, she will be just fine, you will see.”