SHE

Chapter 26: Emotions are Personal

Rue Scarce

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Another whip, another lash. I made sure to torture the kid in so much pain he wouldn't stand even for a good three seconds.

His screams were intolerable, I pushed a dirt rag into his mouth to suppress them. Two days has passed and Brad Lithe's body is full of wounds and blood flowing endlessly. I made him drain before stitching them back again and closing the wounds. The next day I would hurt him again so bad but just right for me to clean them again.

When I finished cleaning his wounds and bandaging them, the door opened and in came Williams.

"Rue, I brought you breakfast."

"I'll be up there." I say, watching Brad's pale and unconscious face.

I made my way up the stairs and closed the door behind me. I followed Williams to the kitchen and sat by the counter. I began eating the food he brought, looking at my phone in the process.

"May I ask, if it isn't personal, what relationship do you have with Brad Lithe? You too seem to know each other." I heard Williams ask.

"It isn't personal if it makes you feel better. It's work, and personal reasons shouldn't meddle in work."

I shut my phone off and looked at my companion straight in the eyes to see him looking puzzled and curious as ever. My lips quirked up a bit at the sight but it disappeared the moment it came.

"Years ago when I was your age, I was assigned to work on James Lithe, his older brother. I was ordered to kill him and so I came into his life. We were a couple and for a year, James decided to marry me. Brad and I were close and so are their parents so they approved of me without even blowing my cover."

I paused and placed my fingers on the tip of the glass filled with milk.

"The night before the wedding, I killed him. I chopped his body into pieces and left them to rot on our bed. Brad saw me, but work is work. He wasn't my target and so I didn't lay a hand on him. He was still a child and I was careless that I didn't notice he was by the door."

I glanced at Williams to see that he was intently listening, like he was dying for stories from me in a long time.

"He was heartbroken that he used women as a way to yell out his anger and frustration. You can probably say it was me that triggered his hatred. Sheer's client is the sister of one of the girls he tortured and abused until she was placed in a mental institution. "

I eyed him in seriousness, not even noticing the fact that he was sweating by the way I looked at him.

"If by chance you get to have your own job, remember to place your emotions where they belong. Emotions will be the last thing an assassin will need."

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"Here." I tossed a saw towards Williams, making him look at me in question.

"Do what you want with him. I will have a word with Sheer in a moment." I answered, pulling my phone out and heading up the stairs.

I closed the door behind me and sat by the couch whilst dialing her phone number.

"So? What's next? It's been three days." I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"My client said to make him beg while you take a video. Make him apologize for what he did. And then you better dispose of him by the morning."

"Understood. I'll make sure of it."

I ended the call. I made my way down the basement and saw the blood dripping wet by Brad Lithe's chopped fingers by his left hand. I raised an eyebrow at my underling as I watch the prisoner cry in pain.