Beauty and the Beast

My Turn

Chapter Twenty One - My Turn

The images were burned into my mind as I stepped over the numerous bodies occupying the floor. I knew that I was supposed to feel something but it was all numb. The only prominent feeling was anger and vengeance. I made my way into the kitchen and stuffed my face with whatever was in my reach. When my hunger was sated, I turned back to the grotesque mess and walked back down the steps.

He was still tied up in the position that I had left him. He was awake though, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes moved up and down my body, as if he was the one free and I was tied up.

"What are you going to do with that, sweetheart? If I recall correctly you were never able to hurt me, someone always did it for you" His condescending voice pushed me further into the fire of merciless rage. I lifted the gun and aimed at his thigh. His scream pierced the air, giving me further satisfaction.

"Oh, darling. I am going to end your life with this. I don't need anyone else today, but we're gonna play first, OK?" I turned my back on him and went back to the weapons room. There as an array of knives, that grow longer and thicker as it continues along the wall. The smallest knife was the length of my fore arm and can slice skin as if it is a banana.

WIth it in hand, I returned to the prison room. He saw the glint of the snife and smiled at my choice. "Really, the smallest one? What are you gonna do with that toothpick?" I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an answer.

I sat on my heels next to his torso, and in a quick movement sliced right down the center of his stomach. Blood poured down his sides just as his screams poured from his mouth. His werewolf genes allowed him to heal quickly, so soon enough the cut was gone.

"I don't have anywhere to be, so we are going to take our time. I want you to aologize for what you did to me." His face grew into a smile as he laughed and laughed.

"Darling, people apologize because they feel regret and I don't regret getting to sink into you over and over again." With precision, I sank the knife all the way to the hilt in the bullet wound in his leg.

"I'm going to make you regret it..."

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Xavier's POV

"Alpha, her scent goes to the left towards the village."

"Follow it." My pack warrors and I were following the scent of my sweet Belle. The idiot that took her went in a straight line, making it simple. My wolf was depressed while Anna was gone. The only way that he has let me go on is because of this slim chance.

I will find you Anna...

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Anna's POV

His screams filled me with this malicious joy and it scared me, but I couldn't stop hurting him. He needs to feel the pain that he put me through. My hands were covered in blood as were my clothes.
"Say it, Alex! and all of this will end..." I knew that once he said it that he could still rape girls after me, but how do I stop him?
"Agh, sorry darling... but I loved what I did to you! especially when I shoved my dick into your pussy!" His sentence gave me an idea. I pulled down his pants and boxers. "oh, now we're getting somewhere..." I'm going to wipe that smirk off of his face, I reached over a grabbed a hold of his penis. At the base I tied a string tightly to stop the blood flow. I don't want him bleeding out.
I gripped the knife tightly and started to slowly carve away at his most precious part of his body. A blood curdling scream filled the room.
"No wait! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!," He started sobbing and I was already half way, "p-pl-please don't."
"But then how do I stop you from ever doing this to another person?" I looked down on him, loving how his pleas filled my ears.
"Please do anything else!" I let go of Alex Jr. and sat back on my heels, thinking. the werewolf genes heal but there are always scars that are left behind. Maybe I can leave a message for other girls.
I dragged the life over his pectorals in an elegant script.
"He is a rapist. - Anna". I looked down on it. I don't have to kill. I made sure of the safety of others and I'm not a murderer. I brought the hilt done hard on his head, knocking him out. I then unbound one of his hands.
After the wound had healed, the message contrasted vividly.
I staggered up the steps, fatigue finally overcoming the adrenaline, and I pushed my way outside into the blinding sunlight.

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Sidney