Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

Chapter 306

NICK

“I am not sure why you are making such a noise when you said I didn’t have the stomach for something like this.” I was busy skinning him using a scalpel as if I were skinning an animal. To me, he was an animal.

“Didn’t you mock me about it a few days ago?” I asked wiping the blood off the scalpel I used. He was having the time of his life that day as if the day was not going to come when he would have to pay for what he did. “Nick, you know I was only trying to make you realize that doing this is not who you are. Why don’t you listen to Luke, huh?”

The look of desperation in his eyes was satisfying. Olivia must have had the same look and begged him to let her go but he didn’t. that thought alone made me want to strangle the life out of him, but I held back. That would be too easy for him, mercy if you will.

This day, I was not in the business of mercy or being merciful. Especially towards the likes of an animal like Xander. “We are just starting; I can’t invite Luke in just yet. He wanted Luke in because he knew Luke would just kill him and be over with. That was the mercy he was looking for, but he was not going to get it.

“Is this the paralytic you used on Olivia?” I asked with my head tilted slightly to the side. I was holding a small bottle of whatever it was he used to trap my heart into her own body making her feel as if she was going to die. “I wouldn’t want to use something different you know. Mistakes can happen and I might end up killing you. I want the exact drug and measurements.”

Xander looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. Good, he might have thought he knew me when he did a background check on me, but he knew nothing of the man standing in front of him. the man kidnapped the woman I love and put my son in danger. “Nick, you are cruel. You have Olivia back and you have tortured me enough. You don’t have to go too far!”

he was yelling in anger, yet his eyes were pleading with me desperate for me to stop. The audacity of the man. I ignored what I was saying because it meant nothing to me.

“I want to apologize; this room isn’t the catacomb. But I promise to bury you with whoever it was you put Olivia with. Am sure you both have a good relationship and will enjoy each other’s company in the afterlife. Isn’t that great?” I smiled widely like a crazy person; I might as well have been at that moment.

I moved closer to him, my boots steady against the cold floor, the sharp glint of the scalpel in my hand catching the dim light as I continued where I left off. The blade cut through his skin with surgical precision, peeling it back in slow, deliberate motions. His cries of pain filled the room, each one more desperate than the last, but I felt no sympathy. No remorse. Just cold, hard satisfaction.

The same way he must have felt the day he pealed and cut off her toenails with that very same scalpel. Now that the tables had turned, he was crying like a bitch. Typical. Those who enjoyed inflicting pain, usually didn’t like being in pain.

I paused for a moment, wiping the blade clean, my eyes never leaving his battered form. I let the silence hang between us, heavy and oppressive. “Oh, my bad,” I said, my voice deceptively light. “I thought I used the one you told me about, but I must have used the one with water. I am sorry for the pain.” I smiled slightly, knowing full well he could see through my false apology. His glare was sharp, but I could see the fear in his eyes too, buried beneath the anger. The realization was setting in, and it was only a matter of time before he broke.

He struggled against his restraints, his voice hoarse and ragged. “Nick, I never did something like this to Olivia, you are doing this because of her then you are going about it the wrong way” the wrong way, he said. I laughed. I held the blade hight checking it out, it glittered when the sun hit it giving me the satisfaction I want‘

“I know you paralyzed Olivia to make sure she didn’t feel pain. I should be doing the same.” His words earlier were an attempt to regain some control, some semblance of power, but it was futile. The desperation in his voice

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told me everything I needed to know.

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I stopped what I was doing, standing tall as I observed him. The man who once thought he could control everything, now reduced to pleading. I slowly walked toward the door, each step measured, deliberate. I stopped just before reaching it and turned, meeting his gaze with a calmness that only made his fear grow.

“But you changed me, Xander,” I said, my voice soft, but carrying a dangerous edge. “Do you remember me telling you that? You made me like this.” I let the weight of my words hang in the air, knowing they were cutting deeper than any of the physical pain I had inflicted on him.

He blinked, confusion and realization flashing across his face. He had never fully understood the consequences of what he had done. He had pushed me too far, and now, there was no turning back.

I walked back to him taking slow small steps and I saw terror in his eyes. I was not leaving. If I did, Luke would come in and stop my fun, I was not ready. “I can’t leave now, I didn’t do the back.” Tears fell from Xander’s eyes. Right then, at that moment, he realized that there was no escaping from me and the torture I brough to him. noveldrama