The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 145: Avenging her- II

And with that thought in my mind, I picked up the knife.

The first time I had picked up the knife was not to actually cut something to eat but rather kill someone.

I turned to the man who had held me down along with the other two and then looked at the man who had decided to go at me first.

"You enjoyed it, did you not?" I murmured softly as I walked to him slowly. I loved the way his eyes widened in fear. It thrilled me.

He shook his head.

"Oh, no you didn’t?" I cooed at the man as I pressed the tip of the knife onto his chin careful enough to not draw out the blood yet, "I am so sorry that you did not but that would make the two of us." I informed him of the fact.

I increased the pressure on the knife and tilted his head up until he finally started to bleed because of the chain that was dangling in his neck. It was heavy metal.

A drop of blood dripped onto the knife and another one on my hand. For the first time I love the colour of it.

It soothed me. And so did the fear in his eyes.

He was shaking his head wildly which only made him bleed more. The idiot did not want to die but would not mind a little pain that came along the way.

"You’re bleeding," I told him the obvious and pushed the knife in a little more. "I remember the way you let your lips with that tongue. I want to take that tongue away."

Tears dripped onto his cheeks and I laughed. How easy was it for him to cry and beg me and expect mercy from me when I had done the same to him countless times?

I shook my head, making him stop shaking his own. "Hmm," I hummed thoughtfully as I stepped back slowly, "but I do not think I should start from your tongue. It would rather kill the fun of listening to your screams and your pathetic crying."

The next thing I did was move my eyes to wear that vile thing was situated. I looked into his eyes waiting for him to realise what I was doing only for him to look down and shake his head slowly as a warning to me not to do it.

But I shook my head back.

Because this is what it feels like to have the power in my own hands that he did that night.

I showed him the knife that I held in my hands and then I pointed to the place he had previously looked at before walking back to him, ignoring his thrashing and tearing his pants apart.

"Look at that," I pointed my knife at him and then looked at him with the disgusting expression, "dirty."

He gulped.

I took my knife and touched it before hitting it back and forth making him buckle.

"Dirty thing dangles." I grunted out as I looked at it.

I remember how much pain it has given me. It felt disgusting to be inside me, just as disgusting it was to look at. I could still see the dried blood on it. It was my blood there.

I pushed slightly to the other direction before pushing it to the other. It was dangling.

Just as I observed he was getting relaxed I took my life and cut the tip of it.

I watched as he howled. I loved it.

The more he thrashed around the more I felt thrilled.

The more tears ripped out of his eyes the more powerful I felt.

"It’s just the tip," repeated his work with a smile on my face as mine started to water remembering the ill fateful night, "it’s a lot to go by yet."

He shook his head as he moaned out in pain. The dripping of blood could be heard and it made me smile through my tears.

I love how he was in pain after putting me to what no woman should have ever experience.

"You love it, don’t you?"

He shook his head and cried but his voice suffered because there was a cloth wrapped around his mouth making it impossible for him to cry properly. But the more helpless he became the more powerful I found myself to be.

I wondered how it was that this man’s helplessness was making me feel powerful. Maybe because he had once done the same to me.

"Oh, don’t cry," I sighed tired, "it pains my ear to hear the ugly sound of you crying."

He heaved in front me, watching me like a prey, making me feel like a predator.

I had never thought of doing this my entire life especially after he had raped me that night. But now it seems to be something I have to do for myself.

I took the dirty thing in my hand and he trashed around. I felt it become hard in my hand and it only made me more disgusted.

"You dirty bastard!" I yelled in his face. "How does this situation ever make you feel —" I stopped myself. I would never say such words especially for someone like him!

I was already holding it in my hand and raising it slightly upward, I chopped it off in one go.

Howled in pain whereas I thrived in it.

I look at the remaining piece in my hand and let it drop to the ground.

Revenge for something that never came to my mind before even though I had been wronged numerous times in my life before this but yes, it could not be compared to what happened to me recently. Now that I come to think about it, revenge is important. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

I let people take advantage of my naivety or what I would call, gentleness. I was just being good but now that will never happen again. I would never let anyone take advantage of me.

Perhaps that future teller was right. Death was coming to me and I was going to be reformed.

I turned to Tristan who looked proud, "Call the guards in, these men are eating their dirty things."