Betrayed By Fate

Chapter 51 | Pain

He for sure knew she couldn't know who he was.

The last name rang a bell in her mind, a bell she had shattered when she killed someone in the hope she will never hear the name again.

"Rayan Mitchell..." the words like acid dripping off her tongue. She couldn't even grasp how much she distasted that name.

It was the name of a man she wished to bring back from hell just to kill him again.

The name belonged to the man who killed her daughter.

The man who spilled her daughters blood.

If she regretted something it would have been making his death quick and painless.

"Are you a descendant of Rayan Mitchell? I didn't know that f*cker had kids...." she spat out, the memory and rage giving her a moment of strength where even the burning pain in her throat didn't stop her from putting her distate in words.

"...I killed every f*cking one of you, he can't have any descendants..." she glared at Liam's smiling figure, she tried to ignore the sound of metal clashing together as he was playing with his little toys or rather torture tools.

"I am his son" He grinned at Arian.

No.

No...it can't be.

A cough ripped through her now heaving chest "LIAR! THAT B*STARD DIDN'T HAVE A SON" she gritted down the groan that begged to escape.

The burning sensation of the digging knives taunting her every move, the digging spikes around her throat preventing her wounds to heal.

"Ah....did you hear that? It is the cry of a desperate b*tch. I am his son, and on the note of b*stard, I was never officially his child apparently being the child of a one nightstand with a stripper makes me a disgrace" he chuckled dryly.

"Having your mother commit suicide on your 8th birthday really f*cks with your mind, but luckily I had a father who took care of me....and you can guess 3 times who took that one person away from me with my whole pack" he slammed a blade in her left thigh her crimson blood dripping down her thighs. It soaked her jeans in her own blood. She bit her lip hard drawing blood, her cry of pain muffled by her tight pressed lips.

Her laborious breathes echoed in the room "I killed him 600 years ago...you can't-"

A second blade pierced her thigh which replaced her words with a yelp of pain, once again her blood overflowed seeping into her already blood tainted jeans "Trust me, I haven't forgotton, even after 600 years." His hand roughly grasped her chin yanking her head high to meet his blazing gaze, "you don't know what I am and that scares you because you know I am not a Bookman since your kind can sense each other" he threw her head to the side Arian hissed at the harsh sudden movement.

She became more aware of the burning pain, her pants getting shorter and more desperate by the second.

"So you are the one who f*cked up my mind?...why? Why not just kill me then? Or even before that" Arian's croaked out.

"Tsk tsk" he chuckled at Arian's ridiculous question "Where is there the fun for me? I don't think you deserve a quick painless death-oh I forgot you are immortal" he held a sinnister smile on his face. "I am still alive but not a Bookman that scares you"

"I am not the one who played with your memory but on that note..." he held a thick black solid cup in his hand, a sizzling sound reached Arian's ears, her eyes watered at the sight of it.

The smell of burned skin liberated in the room, Liam was holding the burning cup with his bare hand, the molten silver in it bringing a wide grin on his face. He didn't care for the pain he felt since his combustion would heal in seconds if he wanted to but he enjoyed the pain.