SHOOT WITHOUT A GUN

Elena's POV:

Derek's eyes darkened, and not in a good way. I looked up at him. He knew I'd recovered my memories and was most definitely not happy about it.

"Take me to Jason," I said and he exhaled before walking out of the room. I followed him. He led me down the corridor before opening the door to his torture room. The former Elena would have gasped at the sight. But this new Elena just stared. For someone to treat me unjustly, after what we had together. I thought things were going to work out between us as friends. I took a knife and rolled it on my fingers. His blood was nearly drained out of him but I couldn't care any less. He looked pitiful. But all I could think about was how he nearly ruined my life. He looked up causing me to chuckle because now he knew what it felt like to be in those shoes. The shoes of consequences. I might have gotten divorced but I sure as hell knew my feelings towards Antonio now. I wouldn't run back to him. I wouldn't cry to him. He made his choice and I was going to stick with that.

I knelt in front of Jason. I was certain Derek had given him absolutely no time to wash himself up. Antonio was deadly brutal. But Derek's brutality was slowly deadly. The most painful of pains. He made his victims cry out and wish for death, but he never gave them that, until he was satisfied. Perhaps I could end Jason's suffering tonight because I could guess how long he had been left here under the mercy of both Derek and Augusta.

"Hello, Jason." His eyes widened weakly at the sight of me and he tried to speak but I realized his mouth was probably dry. I went to the end of the room and got water before giving him to drink roughly. He spat out most of the content, but he was still able to breathe at least. Then his fingers had been chopped off as well. I tilted my head and glanced towards it. I didn't need anyone to tell me. His balls were not where they used to be. I would have I'm sorry, but I wasn't, I didn't feel an ounce of pity toward him. He didn't feel any pity when he tried to use me for his gain did he? Why should I care? It was hard to care even though I tried to. His love for me was fake. I didn't need it, I didn't want it. And I never valued it. I feared for only his sister because he tried to kill her. I believed his lies because he was like a brother to me in the past.

"You're happy to see me?" I cocked innocent brows. "What? Do you think I'm here to release you?" I questioned, my voice lowering and he shook his head..well he tried to, if Derek had not dislocated some of his joints. His eyes teared at me with Innocence, like he was pleading for me not to do this to him. He saw the knife in my hand and his eyes begged for mercy. But I couldn't shake off what he did to me and what he cost me.

"I also wish I could have mercy on you too. Making me believe you meant good when all you meant was harm." I stabbed him in the thigh. He groaned, but it wasn't enough to move me. "You became Antonio's driver, all because you wanted to be in power. But at the cost of sleeping with me? You tried to spoil my name, didn't you? You won. Are you happy about it now?" I chuckled a little. "Funny how you tried to deceive me and make me believe that you cared about your sister. When in fact, you wanted to use her as well. You killed your father just because you craved for power. Didn't you? But I want to know why you chose me. Is it because of Antonio? Or because of Derek? Is it because of the rumours that went about saying I was both their lovers? Was that the reason? And you believed it? You believed they were going to accept you after they got what it is they wanted?"

"How did you know all these things?" Derek asked. "I didn't mention them to anyone." He said and I grinned wickedly. I'd known all these before Derek brought me into his home. I know, this side of me was never revealed to anyone...well not until I realized there were people like Jason. He was the first to ever trick me into sleeping with him because he wanted power. I was going to show him who the fuck he messed with. I moved the knife and his groan became louder.

"I can't believe you took me as a fool, Jason."

"You knew all along." Jason spat weakly. His eyes were nearly closing in pain. "You knew that I wasn't..." He gritted his teeth and groaned when I pulled the knife again.

"You're such a fool," I whispered. "To think I wouldn't be steps ahead of you. You went through all that, only to get nothing. I became a femme fatale, and you knew it. You saved me that night, so I wouldn't suspect a thing from you. But of course, playing dumb pays." I smirked and looked up at Derek who had a queer look on his face. I only smiled innocently. Of course, he knew something was off. But his feelings for me wouldn't let him see that. "You can never overstep your place with a femme fatale, just so you know. They always shoot without a gun." I smiled warmly as I told him that, but his eyes were filled with inflicted pain. "Perhaps I should end your misery by killing you. But would that do me any good? Or would I love to watch you suffer all the more?" I pulled the knife roughly, squeezing my mouth as I inflicted him. He screamed before I took my gun out. "This is always for emergency cases." I directed it at him while Derek folded his arms as he stared at me. He did and said absolutely nothing.

"Just kill me already." He begged.

"You're right, I don't need you anymore anyway." I shot him in the head. Twice. I could tell Derek didn't know whether to be amazed or to be confused.

I smiled.