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Villains get portrayed as evil.
The ones who destroy and ruin, while the presumed opposite kill those who do. They witness the evil leaked from the villain's prey, but to the Villain, the sight of the crimson seeping from their betrayed is a sight they long to keep. It's their motivation. The crave for torture and vengeance being what they rely on to feel the relief when the pain gets equalized between them and their target.
They get forced to receive the vengeance with a bullet in their head or a blade in their heart.
Most believe the evil in Villains consume them, but to them, the rage of witnessing their target unable to feel that pain they caused shocks through their body, controlling every horrid thought running through their mind. They just need the beautiful sight of plasma surrounding them, along with the evidence of their torture screamed into their ears to be satisfied, wanting it to be replayed over and over again.
The proof of the pain the Villain had merely reciprocated.
My heels clicked as the lights from the club glimmered against the dark pavement, the music growing when I pushed the handle. A bald man asked for my ID as the colourful beams adoring the walls welcomed my vision, and the music entered my ears freely. My eyes scanned the dimmed room and moments later locked on my target.
I made sure that the black silk wrapped around my body exposed my breasts before I walked up. I pulled out the stool from underneath the counter, and in the corner of my eye, I saw their head turn to mine, an amused grin perking on their lips as I sat.
I crossed my leg over the other when the bartender slid a minor glass across the counter. I felt his eyes burn into my body whilst I downed the burning liquid, letting it slide down my throat. I turned to my target with my elbows on the counter and a small smile made it's way onto my face.
His blonde hair sat in curls on top of his head, and his eyes moved to my breasts when my arms subtly pushed them up. His gaze finally flickered to my own with mischief and desire swirling beneath them. He grinned, "Hi."
"Hi," I smiled, drifting my gaze to the counter.
"What's your name?" I felt his proximity get closer as he spoke, and in the corner of my eye I noticed his head was tilted down to get me to make eye contact with him.
This is what he wants, it's what they all want.
Dominance.
"Ivy," I looked towards him again to see a wide smirk on his face, and his hand moved to my thigh. A giddy smile played on my lips and he chuckled. "What's yours?"
"Damien," he said, giving my thigh a small squeeze before standing. He leaned down and I felt his breath on my ear, "You wanna go somewhere with me?" I shortly nodded as he took my hand and walked me out.
Too fucking easy.
The car was dark, black covered the vehicle like a second skin. I could only guess this was one of his, so I shut the door and waited until the man on my left drove off. My eyes caught each street name they could and I subtly checked for the weapon on the side of my thigh.
Acres of grass stuck by our sides the further he drove down the deserted road, and I knew exactly what he wanted. The area was dark aside from the fluorescent and rusted street lights gleaming against the cracked, grey road. "What are we doing here?"
"Better to have a little fun here where no one can hear you, don't you think?" He pulled over to the side of the road, the roof of the car shading the inside of it from the yellow glow. "Just so we don't disturb anyone else... well, so you don't." A wicked grin spread across his face.
He reached over to my right and pulled my seat down vertically, forcing me to lay flat to give himself the ability to crawl above me. "Wait—"
"Shh," he hushed, pulling the top of my dress down as I lifted my arms to cover my breasts.
"Stop, I don't want to," I went to move passed him and get out from underneath the man twice my size, but it was no use when he grabbed ahold of my wrists and pinned them above my head.
Now only one of his hands had control.
"Please, stop—"
"Shut up," he growled, dipping his head down to my breasts as I squirmed to move away. "Fuck, stop moving." He tightened his hold on my wrists and I winced in pain.
"Please, don't," I begged while lifting my leg higher, hovering next to his side.
He lifted his head to mine as the distraction gave me the ability to bend my leg more. "Fucking cooperate," he growled into my ear. "Unless you want me to kill you." My eyes widened in fear and he grinned, his free hand then moved to my inner thigh and gave it a rough squeeze.
I finally pulled my leg back enough to lodge my heel into his side. He groaned while his hold on my wrists loosened, giving me the chance to slip them out of his grasp and kick the man again. "Shit— fucking bitch."
My arm pulled back and I swung my elbow towards his eye, he grunted and fought back by reaching for my wrists. I slip out from the seat and throw my leg over his side, pushing him down and swiftly opening the drivers seat door.
He lays with his head hung out of the side of the vehicle while I slip out my knife from my thigh. The shiny metal flickers in the moonlight and his eyebrows furrow while his hands clutch towards my wrist, rigidly and slowly pushing the knife closer to me as our strength fights one another.
I chuckle. Using my other hand to take the knife out of the one held hostage, I slice his wrist and it falls from mine. He lets his head fall back with a deep groan. My knees pin his wrists down at his side and I keep the tip of the blade at his throat. I glance down to see my knees pressing more crimson to seep from his wrist and I grin.
"Jesus, fuck— what do you want?" He grunted and pulled his arms toward him, but failed as I pushed more weight to my knees and kept them in place.
"What do you know about your boss, Alexander?" I slowly spun the tip of the knife against his jugular. His eyes went slightly wide at the name that spilled from my lips.
"I don't know anything—" he sucked in a breath. His mouth opened to add onto his sentence before I cut him off with a slice to his chest. His body flexed and he groaned at the pain, "Fuck," I rip apart the piece of fabric coating his torso to expose his chest, the skin more vulnerable to my blade.
"I don't like liars, Alexander," I hummed, tracing his jawline. "How many people does he have?" I asked the question knowingly, and his eyebrows creased in a glare.
"Dozens," he groaned, his breathing rigged and uneven, fighting through the stinging pain the knife had effortlessly accomplished. "That's all I know— now let me go." The emotions in his eyes switched eagerly, "I have a family—" I cut him off, becoming more irritated with his lies and once again painted his chest in crimson. I learned about Alexander, he doesn't have anybody but himself.
And of course, him.
"I'm gonna ask you one more time," I spoke with a soft tone, yet a threat laced through the words. "What do you know about your boss? Where is he?"
"He's hours from here, you'll never be able to find him," the man underneath me grunts, the blood falling onto the driver's seat underneath us.
"Might as well tell me as much as you know, Alexander. They won't find out about you betraying them anyway," I said while leaning closer and tracing small shapes onto his throat. "I'll kill you before they get a chance to."
He scoffed, "Right, because a woman like you could kill me." He groaned when I shifted more weight onto his wrists, keeping them in place.
I grinned widely, "You wanna bet, blondie?"
He snickered. "You don't have the guts, bitch."
"Tell me everything you know, and maybe I'll make it a little less painful."
"All I know... is that he sent me here because someone's been killing our men individually around the area," he groaned and let his head fall back out the side of the car once the muscles in his throat started to hurt by holding it up.
I grabbed ahold of his blonde locks and lifted his head to force him to look at me. A smirk spread across my face at the message and I saw the realization flicker in his eyes. He scoffs, "You didn't kill them."
"Carlos, Henry, Allen," I slowly started listing off a few of the names of the men I had killed along the way. His eyes went wide and I chuckled lowly, "And now, Alexander."
"Please, I— I told you everything I know," his chest heaved while his sharp breaths caught the air. I hummed and shook my head. I know he knows more, he believes that if he pouts, he'll be able to slip his way out of this, then proceed to bring me to his leader with a shitty grin and a blade against my throat.
He lifted his hips and slipped his arm out from under my knee, reaching for the cubby next to the steering wheel. It opened and before he could reach inside, my blade came in contact with his arm, slicing a decent-enough cut for him to groan loudly in pain. His arm dropped and an item caught my eye.
I reached into the cubby and pulled out a lighter, smirking down at the man underneath me. "Any last words, Alexander? Wanna compliment me for the last time?"
"Fucking bitch," he seethed. "You don't have the fucking guts, whore."
I pulled the weapon back and lodged it into his abdomen. His eyes widened while I retrieved the knife, slicing into his chest. A strained scream of agony tore through the air while the crimson sprayed onto my thighs, yet I didn't have a thought as my knife flew through his torso.
I removed myself from the man as the car held newly growing puddles of blood on the floor of it. I latched onto the lighter and stood outside the car. The cool breeze caused goosebumps to arise on my skin, the blood trickling down to my knees while I walked towards the bleeding man.
The singular poles of light illuminated the dirt road, and I pulled my thumb back on the lighter, the warm colour gleaming into the car. I hovered the yellow glow above this chest before it flickered onto his shirt. The black fabric caught into flames and spread across the seats. I kept the lighter and made my way down the road, ignoring the snapping sound of the items scattered in the car.
Off to seducing men.
𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌?