CHAPTER 2

After talking to Igor, I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Since my mother had just made spaghetti, I ate what was left. Mother cooks good food.

"I am present."

"So, what?" Father said. As I open the door, I look at my father, who is close to Emir's cell.

"Lower your voice, Bora. And maybe if you come next to me, you'll know how irritating you are." I rolled my eyes.

It doesn't matter what you say. I know you always hated every inch of me.

"I assumed you could inform me what happened from this. Now let me know the complete details." I didn't move from where I stood as I waited for him to tell me what to do next.

"Ask him, I don't care what you do. You're going to do the same thing whatever the fuck this asshole did. But whatever you do, be it torture or castration, don't kill him. Because if you do, there will be consequences. Do you understand?" he said. "I'll be out. Do whatever you usually do to have fun." He retrieves the keys and opens the cell. At this point, I cautiously approached the cell, where I found a man bound to a chair.

                                  

I continue walking until I am in front of him. I stoop down to meet him at eye level. He had cuts and bruises all over his body, blood on his clothes, and a puddle of blood and water resting at his feet.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty." I stand up, pull his head back, and take a few steps backward.

"Oh, Bora, what do we have here. Or should I call you the demon dressed as a bitch?" He smirked as he lifted his head, looking around at the basement. He still has the guts to talk, not caring what situation he is in. "Since our last meeting, you look better now. I've noticed more tits and asses now." He chuckles, prompting me to give him a jab in the face. Go on, you dirty asshole.

"Come on, princess, let's make a deal." He gives me a smirk while looking at me.

"I don't do deals with guys who treat girls as objects." I lower myself to his level by kneeling.

"Oh, darling Bora, that's what you and the other girls are: objects. Nothing is more than to obey us and do as we command." He raises his head ever-so-slightly and looks at me while licking his lips.

I remove the knife from its sheath and place it in the middle of his neck, ensuring that it is firmly pointed to his skin.

"There is no right for us ladies to obey you because of your pervert tiny dick. This is where we will turn the rolls now. You need to do as I say."

 "You wish."

"I see you're having a good time. All right, then."

After giving the knife a slight gliding motion, I stabbed him in the thigh, causing him to scream out in anguish.

"You bitch!" He screamed, and I turned the knife in his leg, which caused his wail to echo throughout the room.

"You're the one who got the confidence to object to me. I have the upper hand here. Now, I will ask you a question, and every time you don't answer, it is either I cut off your finger or you will hurt yourself. It's that simple. Let's get this done." I remove the knife from his thigh and wipe it down with my finger.

"Where are you keeping the girls?" After walking in circles around him, I stopped in front of him and placed the knife close to his face.

"I don't care. Do you think I'll tell you, and you will kindly just listen to what I say? I need  to fucking die before I tell you." He sputtered. I was getting more and more irritated and impatient.

I get the knife out of my pocket and stab his other thighs before turning it and sliding it down his leg. He yells out in excruciating pain, begging me to stop, but I don't want to listen to his nasty words anymore. I need to finish this soon.

"Spill before I cut your fingers off, Emir." I remove the knife from his leg, causing him severe pain, before stabbing him again.

"Fuck you, bitch! There is a storage facility located in Germany! Let me fucking go!" Emir screamed. That's the kind of thing I enjoy a lot. Waiting for the sinners to shout and beg for mercy.

"Good. The address comes next." I started by stepping on his foot and holding the knife near to his finger while it was still in my hand.

"Come on now, princess. I gave you a clue. No more shits to ask. Cutting my fingers won't do shit." Because of what he said, I am now enraged.

"It won't, but this will." I held the knife tightly and chopped his ear off. I slowly move it closer to his ear while he yells in agony as I do so. After I removed his entire ear, I tossed it to the ground.

His shouts filled the room, and I couldn't help but laugh at how uncomfortable he was.

"Now, the next ear."

"No! Okay, the address is ---- Brooklyn Street. It appears to be deserted, but you need only enter through the back door. Now, I beg you, please stop. I regret what I said!" He swiftly yelled, "Begging is not going to help the situation you are in right now!" I walk over to the table where the other weapons are and lay the knife down.

"And keeping me here won't get you all the information you want now, would it?" He spits all over the floor.

I walked up to him again and gave him a satanic grin before telling him, "But trust me, Emir, you're in for one wild ride."

"Princess, you will soon be a prostitute. When I get out of here, I'll make sure to find you, and when I do, trust me, I'll fuck you like the little whore you are. The name Sinner is nothing but a front for the little screwed-up girl that you are. You're doing daddy's dirty job because he can't do it himself. And when I get out of here, I'll make sure to find you." He spat blood after talking nonsense.

He believes that saying those words to me will cause me pain. No, I've sacrificed far too much to care about meaningless phrases. I will not go back to my traumatic past, where I could not express what I really wanted and fight for my rights. The fact that he believes I am not capable of killing him and that I have remorse for doing so infuriates me. And because he made me feel this, I will surely kill him.

As I approach him and pull his hair back, I look into the brown eyes staring back at me. They are currently screwed up because of being beaten.

"You believe that me being the devil in disguise is a front, don't you? You are a complete moron, but you really do enjoy fooling around. Don't you? I'll show you what this princess is capable of."

"Bite me, love."

I throw a punch to the side of his face, and I hear a crack. When I look down and see that I broke his nose, I throw a punch to his stomach, which causes him to cough. After that, I pull open his shirt to look for the tattoos I am confident he has. As soon as I saw them, I pulled out my knife and skinned them off of him, which caused him to yell curses at me.

"Was this enough torture for you? Do you want me to show you more?"

"Bora, you have never scared me, and you never will," he said. "You are nothing more than a scared little girl who is terrified of how her father will treat her and the consequences that will follow if she disobeys him."

He thinks that what is going on is some kind of comedy. I will show you the real deal then.

"Emir, I'm not afraid at all. I don't have any fear of my own father, even though you and my mother both wish that I did. I don't take shit from men who are pieces of shit. You understood that and would wish you had never even met me." I reached over and took another knife off the table, this time pressing it against his neck.

"I did, though. It was worth it. Don't you think, princess?" He let out a chuckle, and then he coughed after that.

"Bora, stop!" Even though my dad was yelling at me, I didn't notice him. I didn't give a fuck about what he had to say.

                            

"Shut up!" I yelled at him quite loudly.

Emir spewed out the words, "Still the scared bitch you were before," while I still had the knife in his throat.

He spoke before I slit his throat with the knife and ended his fucking existence. "See you in hell, love."

"I'm already there," I stated nonchalantly as I smoothly moved the knife across his throat, causing blood to splash all over my clothes and face.

"Are you completely out of your mind? I warned you not to kill him, but the very next thing you did is outrageous!" After my dad had raised his voice, I had no choice but to turn around in annoyance.

"Calm down, father. He was playing around, plus he was going to die anyway. I only brought about his demise early, so you won't have the hassle." I gave him a shrug and walked to the door, but he stopped me.

"I would've killed him way back if you hadn't let him go."

"Look, I had my reasons for letting him die. I don't want to mess with him anymore in any way, okay? Permit me to rest and go to my bedroom now."

"You should've let your ex-boyfriend tell me more details."

"But I didn't. Is that clear? His death resolves the problem, so here is our last chance to say goodbye." I broke free from his hold, ran up to the stairs, and slammed the door behind me.