Chapter 24

“Fear not. I’m going to go easy on you considering you do not know who I am.”

Cara prowled towards him like a panther to her prey.

“Though I am sure if you have done this to other women, they would’ve easily fallen for your tricks.” Franco reached out a knife to her hand as soon as she stopped in front of him. The poor man was having trouble speaking because of his jaw. I am even scared to think if it might’ve been dislocated.

“Tell me, Mister Valdez, how many women have you exploited? If you speak now, you might redeem yourself.”

Valdez gritted his teeth. Huh. So it wasn’t dislocated after all. After what he did to Cara, there was a side of me that wished it was.

“Bitch, you let me go. My men will come looking for me. It will not end well for you. You and your cronies will rot in jail for what you’ve done to me.”

From my peripheral view, I saw one of her men named Terzo who sighed probably in frustration. “I lost count how many times he had said that. Should I just put something in his mouth?”

Cara reached for his face with her manicured fingers. She glided them from his cheek towards his chin. The bastard grinned as if she felt attraction towards him. His imagination long gone when Cara suddenly gripped his jaw roughly and firmly making him scream in pain.

“I’d like to see you try.” She grinned before snickering. “What to do with you? So many ways to torture you. I cannot simply choose. Should I cut off your fingers? Stab your eye with a knife and blind you? Cut your tongue? Oh, I know.” Her other hand went down to his pants and slowly unbuckled his belt.

Valdez continued to scream as if he knew what Cara was going to do next. I gulped in fear for him. I was sweating as my heart rate increased, tensed at the scene before me.

Cara was brutal. I knew that. I suffered physically and mentally because of her. She beat me up, ordered his men to treat me, only to prove to me that physically harming me wasn’t the only way.

Seeing Bryce Valdez screaming for his life…

At first I thought he deserved her wrath. But… fuck! I’m scared shit of this woman.

I didn’t know I was subconsciously moving towards her, not until Franco caught me. He shook his head warning me to back off and I did.

“No! Please! Don’t do it! I will do anything! I won’t let you go to jail! I won’t tell anyone. Just please… don’t do this!” He screamed and begged.

Cara laughs, withdrawing her hand from his boxers. “Relax. I just wanted to know how much you cherish that disgusting little thing.”

By now, he was crying. Tears and blood were all over his face, even snot was falling from his nose to his mouth.

“Look, I will give you anything. Take my money, cars, my houses, all of my assets! Just spare me!”

“I don’t think you would have spared me if you had been successful. Poor innocent me would have begged for my dignity as you have your way with me.”

I clenched my fists in disgust and anger as I imagined Cara being taken advantage of by him. She’s right. If it had been any other woman, simple, innocent and powerless, he would’ve ruined her life by raping her.

“No, of course not. I… I-it’s not what you think. I wouldn’t dare.” He lied even though drugging Cara was already obvious of his intentions. He was struggling as he spoke, proof of his agony and desperation. “All the women I’ve been with were willing.”

“I see.”

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It was quiet as usual as we made our way home. It was eerily quiet. I knew I was the only one who was feeling this way.

Cara went straight to the couch, flopping herself on the soft material as she grabbed the bottle of champagne that was already present on the center table accompanied by two wine glasses.

I wanted to go upstairs straight to my room but I unconsciously stopped as I watched her pour a drink for herself. She was so calm after what they did to that man.

I had mixed emotions watching him. He deserved it but I couldn’t help but feel fear and pity towards him. I wanted them to stop but I thought about his victims- the women he forcefully slept with.

They threatened to cut parts of his body and when she swung the knife to stab it, she stopped at the tip, only grazing his skin. They laughed at his screams, his sobs and begging. It was the worst. And when she finally decided what to do, I walked out of the room.

I felt like throwing up when I stepped out. When I heard his agonizing scream, I finally walked out of the building and waited for them in the car.

Just the thought of them cutting off his...

I tried breathing in and out to calm myself down. My chest felt like someone was squeezing it. There was something stuck in my throat that was hard to get out. My hunger earlier immediately went away. I don’t think I want to eat anything tonight.

“You look tense, tesoro.” She said as soon as I moved towards the stairs. I stiffened, stopping short of my movement. I shifted my eyes towards her and realized she wasn’t looking at me while talking.

She was leisurely drinking as if she didn’t almost kill someone right now. The horrible part was after they tortured him, she ordered his men to send him to the hospital. If I were in his shoes, I don’t think I wanted to live anymore knowing I took pride with my now disabled dick.

Sure he begged for his life to be spared but after the gruesome thing they did… I inwardly cringed at the thought.

“I’m just… going to bed… good night…”

She hummed in response. I waited for a minute if she wanted to say something but maintained her silence so I proceeded going upstairs.

I couldn’t sleep.

The thought of what happened earlier today flooded my mind. Even though the day started out really good which should have brought butterflies to my stomach, it ended just as badly, if not, just the worst. Not to mention my hunger wasn’t helping at all. Despite my stomach asking for food, I don’t think I’m in the mood to eat anything. I’ll probably just vomit everything.

The next day, I woke up earlier than expected. I only managed to sleep for a couple of hours. I was exhausted but I couldn’t really go back to sleep. Instead, I prepared for her breakfast to occupy the spare time I have before going to work.

“Smells good.”

I jumped back in surprise, making the plate full of eggs and bacon fall to the ground in a loud crash. With my heart beating loudly, I was breathing heavily as I stared at her with wide eyes.

The teasing smirk which I saw at the last second instantly wiped off her face- replaced with a blank expression.

She was already dressed with her usual white business suit. She was always early. If not, earlier than me. I don’t know why I was so surprised to see her when I knew her clockwork.

Who am I kidding? The horrifying event last night still kept lingering in my mind.

“I will be having breakfast outside. Feel free to make your own.”

With that, she walked off.