“Aurora, are we gonna play outside today since Uncle Benny is home now?” she asked before taking a sip of her juice.
“Maybe a little later, doll. I have to go to work today.”
“I’ll take you outside,” Brittany said as she came into the dining room. Giselle giggled as Brittany ruffled her hair. “Are you all finished with your breakfast?”
“I have to finish my juice,” she said and quickly drank the rest of her orange juice. “Okay, all gone!” Brittany helped her out of her booster seat and took her hand.
“Let’s go get dressed and then you can go outside.”
“Please wipe her face,” I said as they started to walk out of the dining room.
Brittany grinned at me. “You’re getting into the mom role pretty well, you know,” she said.
Giselle looked back at me, her mouth sticky with syrup. “Bye, Aurora!”
“Bye, sweetie. I’ll see you a little later. Be good for Brittany!” I called out behind them. As soon as I was in the dining room alone, Savannah came back to clear Giselle’s dishes. I pushed my eggs around my plate, feeling Savannah’s eyes on me. I already had a feeling about what “business” Bennett was talking about. We’d have to finally deal with Wilson, which would finally put an end to everything that’d made my life hell. Once that was over, I’d have to face the music of something I’d been avoiding since he gave me the option.
And I was nowhere closer to a decision than I’d been when he first told me about my options.
“You okay?” Savannah asked, pulling out the chair next to me and sitting down.
I sighed softly and shrugged. “I don’t know anymore,” I murmured. “Just confused, I guess.”
“Confused about what?”
“The options Bennett gave me that I told you about.”
“Oh yeah.” She nodded. “I mean you’re pregnant. It would make sense to stay, right?”
“I don’t know anymore.” We were both quiet for a moment before I continued. “I was so set on leaving before I knew I was pregnant. A part of me still does but another part of me would feel guilty if I did, you know?”
“Considering everything he’s done to you, why would you?”
I couldn’t explain the strange sense of loyalty I felt to this organization, even to him. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making me feel a little more emotional than before, but a decision that was once so easy to make no longer seemed so simple.
“I don’t know. I can’t really explain it.” I sighed. “I know he’s going to want an answer once we deal with his father. I just don’t want to make the wrong choice.”
Savannah took my hands into hers and gave them a light squeeze. “At the end of the day, you have to do what’s best for you and your baby. If that’s deciding to stay here, then great! If you decide to leave and try to get some kind of semblance of a normal life back, that’s great too.”
“What about you?” I asked.
She scoffed. “What about me?”
“If I leave, I mean. What about you?”
“I’m fine,” she said and smiled. “Once you and Bennett end this once and for all, Bruce and I are going to live in his townhouse on the back of the property. I’m excited about it.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “You actually want to stay here?” I asked, my voice flat.
“You know, before all this happened, I kept meeting douchebag after douchebag. There were the physically abusive douchebags, the cheating douchebags, and asshole douchebag. Bruce is the first man to respect me and treat me the way I wished my ex boyfriends would have. Like I said before, it sucks that I had to go through all I did in order to meet him, but I wouldn’t change a single second if I meant I’d always get to meet him at the end of that suffering,” she said. The way she talked about him with so much love in her voice and on her face nearly made me jealous.
“You’re so pathetic that it’s frustrating sometimes,” my alter scoffed in disgust. “Do you want to be in love with that maniac just because you’re pregnant? Being a single parent is a thing.”
But why be one when he’s willing and wanting to be a father?
“Oh…I don’t know…because he’s a fucking dick and we still hate him for what he’s done?”
Just be quiet for now, I scolded.
“I’m happy for you,” I finally said to Savannah, forcing a smile on my lips. “I’m glad you’ve found someone that makes you happy.”
“Besides, you’ve been here and apart of this life for almost a year. Wouldn’t it be…weird to go back to a normal life? I know it would be for me,” Savannah said and visibly shuddered. “Wouldn’t you be concerned about the police hounding you about Heath’s death? Because that’s definitely going to come up. Unless you plan to tell them about Bennett, that could backfire on you.”
I exhaled deeply. I hadn’t even thought about the questions I’d have to answer about my old life if I resurfaced. South Carolina had been first on my list of places to go if I ever got out of here. If my disappearance was as public as Bennett made it seem—especially after he leaked the video—it probably wasn’t in my best interest to go back there. But I wanted to see the memories I’d left behind and get all my important documents like my passport and other identifying records.
“I don’t know. I still need to think about it, I guess,” I finally said. “I should probably get ready to meet with Bennett.”
We both stood from the table. She hugged me tight and gave me a reassuring smile. “No matter what you choose, I’ll be okay,” she said.
I felt as if I was on autopilot as I went to my bedroom to get dressed, just putting on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Even though it was technically a special occasion, I didn’t want to get dressed up. Bennett was standing in the doorway when I looked up. He gave me a soft smile as he crossed the room and wrapped an arm around me.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’m sure.”
He looked at me for a long moment. “So…have you decided what you’re going to do?” he asked.
I giggled and stood on my tip toes to kiss him. “Why are you even worried about that right now? We’re about to do something you’ve been waiting to do for a while—what we’ve both been waiting to do.”
“Because it’s all I can think about it,” he murmured. “I just wanted to know where your head was at.”
I gave him a small smile, feeling a tiny bit guilty. “My head’s in a good place,” I said, though I knew it was far from the truth. And when he smiled, I knew that when I finally left, it would probably shatter him. I mean that was what I’d wanted, to destroy him.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he said and kissed me. “When this is over, maybe we can take that trip to Hawaii like we planned.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I said with a smile.
He let go of me. “Well, let’s get this done once and for all, gorgeous.”
Bennett and I walked down to the bunker, flashbacks of the last events popping up into my mind. I pushed them away and held my head high as we walked down to the stone room that I’d spent many days of Hell week in. Wilson had been locked down here for the past month just waiting for his execution, which was torture all by itself. When Bruce opened the door, Wilson squinted up at us from the floor, shielding his eyes from the hallway light that flooded the doorway. He’d been stripped of his clothes, just as I was when I was down here for days. He growled when he saw me.
“What do you want, you cunt?” he snapped. “Are you here to actually do something to me or do you wanna waste time making empty threats?”
I cocked my head to the side. “What empty threats did I make?” I asked, motioning for Bruce to follow me. Wilson’s eyes tracked my movements as Bruce brought in the leather punishment bench. I ground my teeth as I thought about the first time I was strapped to it. Bennett had raped me so severely that I needed several stitches. I looked to Wilson. “I asked you a question.”
“You’re not my fucking q
ueen. I don’t owe you shit,” he sneered. I looked to Bruce and Nyxin.
“Make him assume the position,” I ordered. Bennett leaned against the doorframe as he watched, not saying a word. I wanted him to suffer as I had since being here. I wanted him to feel what I felt. I couldn’t make him go through seven days of Hell, as I didn’t have the patience to wait another seven days to kill him, but I definitely had other things in mind.
Wilson fought against Bruce and Nyxin as they dragged him over to the bench, quickly strapping him down. He jerked against the restraints glaring at me with his red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes.
“You better pray you kill me, bitch. If you don’t, not even my pathetic son will be able to save you,” he growled, loud enough to where I could clearly hear him, but low enough to where Bennett couldn’t.
I gave him a sweet smile. “Trust me, I will.” I circled around him a couple of times before I stopped in front of him. “You know, when your son put me on this bench, he nearly killed me.”
“He should’ve,” Wilson snapped. “Had he done so, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.”
“No, this would’ve still happened,” I said, shaking my head. “Brittany was already onto you; it was only a matter of time before Bennett came to the same conclusion.”
Wilson glared over at Bennett. "Are you just going to let your wife do your dirty work like a coward?" he asked. "If you're going to murder me, at least be a man and do it yourself.”
"Don't worry; my turn is coming up. But right now? Now it's my wife's turn,” he replied. Nyxin walked out into the hall and re-entered with the sex machine. He strolled across the room and situated himself behind Wilson, adjusting the sex machine.
As I looked at him, I thought of him being the cause of everything bad that’d happened in my life since I was eight years old: my parents sending me away, years of looking over my shoulder, my life being stripped away, my family and Heath murdered. All of that because this dickhead was greedy and wanted more than he was given.
“The attachment please,” I said to Bruce. He walked over to me and handed me a wooden box. Turning my attention to Wilson, I said, “When I told you I was going to rip you a new asshole…do you think I was making an empty threat?”
Wilson scoffed. “You’re full of shit. You’re weak like your pathetic father. You don’t have the balls to do anything,” he ground out.
I opened the small box. “It’s unfortunate that you think such a thing.” I pulled out the dildo attachment. His eyes widened when he saw the sharpened studs on the side of it. “Ripping you a new asshole doesn’t seem so much like an empty threat now, does it?”
“You fucking bitch!” he spat, jerking against his restraints wildly as I walked behind him and put the attachment on the sex machine. “I swear if you think about touching me, my number two in command will hunt every single one of you fucks down!”
“Your number two?” Bennett repeated, cocking his head to the side. “You mean this number two?” A beaten, and bloodied man with his hands tied and mouth duct taped stumbled into the room, Josh holding a gun to his head. “Is this the number two you’re talking about?”
Wilson only glared at him as Bennett smiled.
“In case, you think you’re still getting over on me, here’s your number three, four, and your potential four,” Bennett continued. Three more men in the same position were pushed into the room by more of Bennett’s men, all of them with a gun to their heads. “So, what were you saying about them hunting us down?”
“Fuck you,” he growled. “Fuck all of you!”
Bennett’s men put bullets in the heads of Wilson’s men and their lifeless bodies crumpled to the floor off to the side. I walked over to Bennett and held out my hand. “May I have the final touches, please?” I murmured.
He smiled at me and reached into his pocket. “Of course, gorgeous,” he replied. He pulled out the small box and electrodes and put it in my outstretched palm. It felt a bit strange to actually be holding the device that caused me so much pain on a couple of different occasions. Bennett used this on me when he made that video to humiliate me, shocking me every time I didn’t comply. He used it when he raped me to keep me awake because he wanted me to feel every ounce of pain he dished out to me. But now it was my turn. It was my turn to make someone hurt, to make someone scream. To make someone beg me to stop.
I walked back over and placed the electrodes on Wilson’s back, and secured the small box with the Velcro around his waist. When everything was set up as I wanted it, I nodded to Bruce, who stood near the door. He flipped the lights on in the room and I took Wilson’s phone from my pocket. I opened the app he had for the dark web livestream and started my own, pointing the camera at Wilson.
He refused to look up at me, but that was completely okay. He wouldn’t be able to control himself in a few moments.
“Welcome to the first livestream of La Fedeltá,” I started as confused comments began to roll across the screen. “You’re probably wondering why Wilson is on this side of the camera. Well, lucky you, I’m going to tell you what kind of situation he’s in right now.” I cut my eyes over to Bennett, who only looked at me with what I could only describe as a mixture of guilt and awe. I was sure he picked up on what I’d just said; they were the same words he’d said on his own video before my parents were killed. “Wilson has done a lot of bad things over the years, like killing his own wife, killing his son’s pregnant girlfriend—who was also my half-sister, putting hits on my parents, and then capturing me illegally.” I looked down at him and smiled. “It’s high time you pay for that, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you!”
“Soon you’ll be begging me to stop I don’t care what you do to me. I’ll never beg anyone for anything. I’m not weak; I won’t break.”
I smiled. He of all people should know that he wasn’t immune to breaking. I gave him a firm pat on the cheek. “Oh, you’ll break,” I said and cracked my neck, fully embracing my dark alter. “We all break.”
Moving behind him, I positioned the sex machine closer to him until the head of the dildo was against his ass. No matter how much he tried to move, neither he nor the machine was going anywhere. He yelled insults and threats as I stood behind him, but they were cut short when I rammed the dildo into his ass. His scream was so loud that I winced, the sound appearing even louder in the empty, hollow room.
“You…fucking…bitch,” he panted when he finally stopped screaming long enough to say anything else.
“Let’s see how long it takes you to break,” I mused and turned on the machine. As Wilson screamed again, I moved to stand in front of film, making sure the camera was on his face. “I want the audience here to see your agony as you get fucked like the pussy you are. You weren’t even man enough to kill any of these people; you got your men to do your dirty work. Didn’t you just say that was cowardly? To make other people do your dirty work?”
He didn’t verbally respond to me, only screaming for me to make the machine stop. The comments rolled rapidly on the screen.
Rip his asshole open!
Man, I sure wish I could’ve had the honors of being that dildo. I bet his asshole is so tight.
What the hell is going on?! Is that Wilson Moreno?!
It’s about time that prick got what was coming to him.
I pressed a button on one of the remotes I had in my hand and stopped the machine. Wilson panted, tears of agony running down his face and drool dripping from his mouth. I alternated the remotes in my hand until the remote for the electrodes was on top. Wilson’s body tightened and shook violently for a few moments when I pressed the button on it, a strained grunt leaving his lips until I finally released the button.
“Whoops,” I said sarcastically. “I accidentally went up to its full power.”
He panted, sucking in big gulps of air. I could only imagine how much worse the shock was considering that he had metal studs in his asshole as well. I alternated between the sex machine and shocking him, but one th
ing remained the same. I didn’t feel anything. I thought I’d feel vindicated or powerful for inflicting similar pain to the same man who had caused me so much pain my whole life. But no matter how loud he screamed or how much he bled, it didn’t fix anything he’d done. Bennett walked over to me and kissed my cheek, taking the remote from my hands.
“I think you’ve had enough, gorgeous,” he whispered. Tears burned my eyes, but not because I was angry at him for cutting my moment. He was right. The longer I stood there, the longer my dark façade broke. I signed my life away for this and in the end, it wouldn’t feel like anything. Anything I did to this man wouldn’t give me back the life I lost, the people I lost, everything I lost. And that thought alone sent me on an emotional rollercoaster.
Bennett took the phone from me and ended the live stream, tossing it aside on the ground before taking me into his arms. “Why don’t I feel any better?” I murmured as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Because nothing fills that void,” he replied. “Not even revenge.”
He let go of me and motioned for me to stand with Bruce and Nyxin. We all watched as Bennett removed the dildo from Wilson and unstrapped him from the bench. Wilson only fell over onto the floor, wailing in pain. He looked up at Bennett with fresh tears in his eyes and wet with sweat.
“Bennett,” he forced out. “Please forgive me.” Bennett took his gun out and pointed it at him. A storm of emotions passed across Bennett’s face as he hesitated. “We’re all we have.”
“Did you think about that when you had my mother murdered?” Bennett asked, his voice unusually calm. “Or when you had Stephanie murdered? Or all the times where you actively tried to have me murdered?”
“All I asked of you was loyalty—”
“I’ve been nothing but loyal to you,” Bennett spat, his finger tightening on the trigger. “I dedicated my very life and soul to you! You were never happy unless I was 100% focused on my work. You never wanted me to be happy; I was nothing but just a puppet to do your bidding.”
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