35: NO MERCY

NO MERCY

My eyes fluttered open. It was the dimly lit condo unit, located on the third floor of a huge building owned by my ex-husband which I found myself in. 0

The wound had stopped bleeding but the stain left a lasting mark on my white long sleeve that even zonrox couldn't erase. The wound in my head throbbed badly. I ignored the pain and fought the dizziness. I shifted my attention into the room.

Fierce fear gripped my heart when I saw Angela—still in her white virginal wedding gown—her white-gloved fingers were stained with fresh blood. She sat on the bed with elegance as if a photographer was just about to capture her prenup photos. But instead of holding a fresh bouquet, it was a gun she clutched tightly around her fingers.

After she learned that her captive was awake, her lips stretched into a sadistic grin that sent shivers crawling into my skin. The gun she was holding was loaded and it made me feel so terribly scared for my life. Angela was a devil in disguise, she wouldn't think twice spluttering my brains on the flawless white floor using the gun.

Fear turned to anger, and I thrashed to escape the rope that bound my fingers but it was impossibly hard to take it off, especially if it was digging deep into my flesh. Aside from my fingers, my feet were bound too. I have nowhere to escape. The chair I was sitting on, was leaning into the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the treacherously beautiful ocean with its unfathomable depths. 

If I would be able to jump off the window, it would be subject to a miracle if I could survive the fatal fall. It was dark outside. There's zero possibility that someone would spot me right away after jumping off the third floor of a building.

If I swam to the surface, I would run out of air before I could reach my destination….I will die from drowning.

"You're awake," Angela got up from the bed and I was left no time to think of another way of escaping. My eyes were now focused on her movements.

She toyed the gun with her fingers letting it bounce back and forth on her palms, unafraid that she might accidentally fire the gun.

Anger made my eyes red. If looks could kill, she should be dead the moment my eyes shot her with daggers. Angela was the heartless culprit who hit me hard in the head using a baseball bat.

She wasn't content taking my ex-husband alone. She obviously wants to take my life too.

"Probably you're wondering why you're here right? And by now you probably knew why Phoenix!" She smiles again. It makes me want to rip that smile off her face using my fingernails.

"I wish you would rot in hell after you dispatch me. You can never hide the truth. You! You can remodel your body but you can't change your rotten attitude!" I spat and watched as her face twisted into an ugly mask of rage.

Smack!

My lips bled from the blow after the gun hit my lips. I swear, I never wanted to kill anyone the way I wanted to kill her now.

"Don't you dare insult me!" She screamed, flailing her arms in anger. "You must learn how to respect me

"You don't deserve an ounce of my respect," I screamed with equal ferocity, my teeth gritted with fury. "Respect is earned not given. A home-wrecker like you with no self-respect was not entitled to one!"

Smack!

I was hit twice but I no longer could feel the pain. The bubbling fury wanting to erupt from inside me was anesthesia that numbed me from pain. I badly want to escape from the ropes and smash Angela's face to the wall. If only I could escape, I will attack her like a wild animal just to get even.

"Stop your foul mouth or else, I would pull the trigger, you piece of trash, and throw your body into the dumpsite where you belong!"

My strong urge to remain alive was enough to silence me. I was carrying a child, if I die, she will die too. I can never let that happen. Never!!

I cast her a look filled with both disgust and loathing in which she just smiled. "Before I kill you, I want to torture you first." Hysterical laughter filled the room.. I doubt Angela's sanity in between gritted teeth and scrunched eyebrows.

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