Fire and Ice

Chapter 11(B)

     The girl was crushed on her knees. She will learn quickly not to cross me. I walked toward her and watched as all of my men stood watching the scene before their eyes. They expected me to kill her too.

     I stood in front of her as she was hunched over on the ground sobbing. She was quite the cute little thing; fiery and fragile. She was going to be fun to break.

     The girl stopped sobbing when she realized that I had stepped in front of her. Her breathing was shallow and quick. I watched her shift her gaze up to my face. The girl began raising slowly to her feet. I was close to laughing, maybe she was already broken.

     My men surrounded the two of us and raised their guns to point directly at her.

"Ritirarsi. Non toccherai questa ragazza." I demanded.
(Stand down. You will not touch this girl.)

     All of their guns dropped quickly they knew what would happen if they didn't listen to my orders.

      The girl locked eyes with me. I could see anger boiling in her veins. Her breathing stilled. I watched as a single tear trickled down her porcelain cheek. Next thing I knew screaming broke me out of my trance.

     "YOU FUCKING MONSTER! YOU ARE PIG SHIT! YOU ARE TRASH!" She thrashed. Her fists pounded into my chest. All of her might was put into trying to hurt me. The girl was screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. It was the type of scream that could curdle dairy. She had stopped as soon as she started. The girl then smirked and stood on her tippy toes. Gripping my shoulder lightly as if it were a endearment she whispered into my ear, "Sei un uomo debole e distrutto. Mio padre ti distruggerà." She said sweetly.

(You are a weak and broken man. My father will destroy you.)

I felt my face get red. She still thinks that she can cross me. This child is going to get brutally awaken. Something like a little laugh escaped her lips when she realized she finally affected me.

    "Say something!" She shoved me. My silence was getting to her. "You KILLED HIM!" She screamed again. "You're a beast! I HATE YOU!" She was becoming weak. Her screams were turning into desperate whines. Her feeble hits were back; scratching, screaming, punching.

    She was beginning to work herself up again and I decided to put a stop to it. I reached quickly and took a hold of her wrists. She stilled quickly and began to whimper. What I had intended to do was to shut her up; make her realize this wasn't a game and that she was mine now. This girl was supposed to calm down.

     Instead her crying became a hopeless hyperventilation. I believed she was going to have a panic attack. I took one hand to hold her still and then used my other to grab the syringe in my back pocket. I inserted into her arm and instead of struggling like I believe she would she stilled and relaxed into my arms. She looked up into my eyes as if I just crushed every one of her dreams in a second.

     The girl became limp and I slowly slid her onto the ground. Her eyes began fluttering but I could tell she was still fighting it.

     "Sleep." I whispered.

     One last year escaped her amber colored doe eyes and she was out. Now I had to deal with a dead body.