Perceptions

Chapter 3 {Guns And Vengeance}

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Vengeance is a feeling almost every human cherished in their heart, vengeance is kept in for a time until the person has a perfect plan to use it. It starts with pain, continues with regret and ends with vengeance — this was the case of Layla and Luciano.

Layla has spent months keeping her thirst for revenge in tact as she kept on living with the devil, who had destroyed her life completely — it was his goal to see her break completely, he wanted to see her become cold and numb, which he thought he could use perfectly against his enemies, but he was so wrong. Layla has lived enough with him to come up with a plan of escaping — even though there was a minor chance of succeeding.

She started to cope with her anger, pain and agony as she submitted to him slowly, which led her earn his slight trust. Dimitri taught her how to use a gun, her first kill was after a month of staying there. Layla enjoyed every single bit of it as she killed the man, who owed money to Dimitri, she imagined him as Dimitri in her twisted mind, so she did not kill him — she tortured him slowly to death, which made Dimitri happy much to her dislike.

She replayed her first kill in her mind as she stared at the gun she held in her hands, she smiled wickedly as she stared at the gun with admiration. She wasn't allowed to have nor touch a gun when she wasn't ordered to, but she knew exactly how to use and kill with it. The Russian mob treated her a little bit better after some time of her trying hard to earn their trust, which she slowly succeeded in, it was very slowly, but she was still doing it successfully.

'Hold your friends close, but hold your enemies even closer.' They always said.

"Why did you being me here?" She asked Dimitri as he smiled in a twisted way, leaving her question unanswered, he brought the man in front of her. His face was already bloody and he was constantly crying and begging as he knelt down, Dimitri walked around as he started to speak, "This is Fernando Hanchez, he took money from me and he still hasn't paid back, and your task is to kill him, beautiful."

Layla's eyes widened, "And why exactly should I do that? You've plenty of men who can shoot him in a heartbeat." She objected coldly, shutting up the crying Fernando as he looked at her with hope in his eyes.

Layla was slammed against the wall as Dimitri grabbed her by her throat roughly, squeezing it which made breathing more difficult. "You kill him or you'll receive another punishment. Remember your first punishment, but it'll only be ten times worse, princess." He whispered into her ear, making her remember unwanted memories.

"Will you do it now?" Dimitri asked, daring her to say no as he was ready to kill her in a blink, "Y- yes." She choked out as he loosened his grip on her, her hands went automatically to her throat as she started to cough a few times before she straightened herself up, plastering an emotionless look on her face. "Give me the weapons I will need." She ordered coldly, making him smirk devilishly. "Torture or kill straightaway?" He asked with a smug tone as he watched Layla looking at Fernando deep in thought, Layla imagined Fernando as Dimitri, causing her to smile wickedly as the thirst of revenge was unendurable anymore.

Dimitri put down several guns and knives on the table in front of them, Layla looked at the weapons with admiration, choosing a gun, she loaded it, loving the click sound, she imagined the cries dying down from Dimitri as she killed him slowly. She took a knife and walked towards Fernando, smiling viciously, she gripped his hair to make him look her in the eyes, which he did as he grunted in pain.