Vengeance

(Warning! Mention of Violence,blood..proceed with caution) Kayla Santino Travis barely closes the door before attacking my body with nasty kisses. The empty dark room brings me a sense of Deja Vu, and I struggle to locate the switch to turn the lights on. "Easy there, big boy, we have all night to ourselves," I seductively mumble, and he reluctantly stops kissing me, but his dirty hands remain on me. "I can't help it when you're this hot." he stares at my body as he licks his chapped lips. The clear  lust in his dark eyes makes me feel so dirty, but I gotta do what I have to, to lure him into my trap. "This hotness is only yours tonight. Be a good boy for me and get on the bed. I like taking care of my men," I whisper in his ear, slowly biting my lip, and he stumbles to the bed. Stupid. I slowly take my coat off, exposing my little red dress, and his eyes almost bulge out. I know I am already naked in his mind, and it causes my body to form goosebumps. I take slow steps towards him, his eyes trailing from my long neck to my ample cleavage, to my tiny waist, my obvious curves, and finally my bare, long legs. He swallows dryly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and I can clearly see the bulge in his pants. I internally scoff. I slowly push him onto the bed, making him lie flat on his back. Thanks to the owner of this club, they keep in mind everyone's sexual fantasies because on each bedpost, hung silver shiny cufflinks which fuck knows I very much needed right now. Grabbing his wrists above his head, I quickly cuff them, binding his hands instantly. I know he still thinks we are here for a good time. That's just for me now. "Kinky, I see," he says, smirking. Soon, that smirk will fade away. Just a little longer. "Yeah, that stuff turns me extremely on." I seductively bite my lip and he groans in frustration. Idiot. "I can relate, now do your thing, beautiful. I can't wait any longer," he impatiently says. I look at his erect dick and smirk. I can't wait for the moment when I cut it off and feed it to him. Yuck. "Okay, big boy, just allow me to bind your legs too. I love being in total control" A horny man will do anything and everything you ask for, provided you ease his erection. So, when he frantically nods I know it's his end calling out for him. After cuffing his legs on the side of the bed posts, I gave him a satisfied smile, and he smiled right back. Excellent. I slowly lifted the dress above my head as he watched anxiously. He thought I was getting naked for him, but I didn't want blood on my dress. He doesn't have to know that. Yet. Travis stares at my red lingerie with murky lustful eyes, and I give him time to appreciate what he won't have. However, the man's eyes nervously bulge out when they see the holster holding my gun and my three special knives. "Now that we are set," I mutter, as I take the blonde wig off. I use the wipes to clean the excessive makeup from my face because it's time we reintroduce ourselves. I leave my contacts on because he'll surely remember the face he looked at when he abused me for two weeks. Turning around to face him, a gasp leaves his lips when he finally recognizes me. Good. "Where were we? Oh! Let's reintroduce" I make my way towards him and stop when I am standing directly where he can see me. " I am Kayla Santino," I smirk at the look on his face. I think by now he understands why we are here." And you are Travis Santiago, how can I forget you so easily?" I say forcing an exaggerated laugh. "What do you want bitch, I thought you died,?" he says arrogantly, anger clear in his voice. "Oh! It's her ghost, she came to drag you to hell with her," I mock, laughing. It's true, though. These beasts killed the once-happy girl I was. Now I am just a depressed bitch who's after revenge. I don't even know who I am anymore, I am like a walking shadow of who I once was. Travis suddenly starts to laugh, his famous sick laugh. "You can't do shit. You are still that weak little bitch waiting for daddy to save her stupid pathetic ass, it didn't work for you, didn't it?" he mocks and I hide how much effect his words have on me. Let's show him who this little bitch is then. I take my gloves from my coat and put them on, silently staring at him. Wordlessly, I grab one of my blades and rip his trousers and boxers, specifically the area around his dick. "Actually, I can do shit" I mumble holding his flattened dick and balls in my left hand and his eyes are not daring me anymore. They hold fear instead. The same mine held when I watched them rip my clothes. Were they fazed? Not even a little. I swiftly cut through the flesh with no slightest remorse on my face and blankly watch him howl in pain. Just like I did. His cry sounds like music to my ears. It makes me happy that I am not the one hopeless, that I am no longer on the receiving end. I shove the bloody thing in his mouth to muffle his screams and hold it there so he won't spit it out. Gross. "Feels good, does it? I'm just doing the women in hell a favor. None of them deserves to be abused as you did to me Travis" I pull my hand away from his mouth and he spits out his manhood immediately. The man whimpers, tears of pain trailing down his face. "Come on, Travis.Talk to me," I mock, twirling the bloody blade between my fingers. "I’m not talking to you crazy bitch" he spits out. Still not ready to beg.Good. I take my gun and instantly shoot him in his right knee. Weak points. Travis wails louder, but it doesn't faze me at all. "Please," he cries out, and I smirk. "I'm sorry, okay?." We both know if he gets out of here, he'll do it again and probably kill me. He's not sorry, he's trying to save his ass. "Good, because I am sorry too. People like you don't deserve to walk around freely" They kidnap and abuse women, and later sell them to slavery without mercy. Unfortunately, they're never caught. "That's not what I want to hear, Travis." I hold his chin aggressively, "I want you to beg me to kill you," I say sternly, and he gulps. Who would have known that such strong, merciless, and wicked men can also cry? "No, please," he cries out. Unexpectedly, I cut two of his fingers and he screams bloody loudly. His body is covered with blood, sweat, and tears from the immense pain, but we are not done yet. "You tortured and abused a young girl for two weeks.I begged and begged but you didn't listen. You only laughed at my face, did you know you still haunt my dreams to this day?" I stab his thigh deeply and twist the knife " Answer my fucking question, Travis, did you know I haven't slept in 6 months?" I ask, immersing the whole knife's length in his flesh. "No.... no I don't, please forgive me," he pleads. His wrinkled forehead sweaty. "That's not what I want to hear." I use my gun to shoot the other knee and insert the knife in the bullet hole and twist it. The sight is disgusting. Will you judge me if I tell you I don't feel any ounce of pity? "Please...please.." he cries. My father always says, 'Never leave loose ends. If you leave your enemy alive, he'll come back for you. They could have killed me when they had a chance because I am not leaving loose ends on my side. "Please, what, Travis?" I mumble, looking into his teary eyes. He hesitates and pleadingly stares into my eyes. We both know what's about to happen, but he chooses to delay it." Please kill me," the man sighs defeatedly. I pat his cheek, smiling. A real one in 6 months. "That's a good choice, Travis. How do you want to die?" I am a good person, and I feel he deserves to decide for himself how he's to meet the devil. "Just make it quick, okay?," he says in exasperation. Gun it is. "I hope in your next life, you won't cross my path, Travis. See you in hell," I say, blowing his brains out, and ending his misery. Two more. With a sigh, I enter the bathroom to refresh and put my dress back on. When I get out however, I am startled by the presence beside the door. "That was impressive, sweetheart," he says, tucking his hands in his pants pockets. He's tall, masculine, and hot. His voice is thick with a clear accent, probably not from here. He looks like a man not to be messed with. "Thank you," I say, grabbing my jacket and ready to leave. "You got my room all messy, angel," he smirks, and I roll my eyes. So he's the owner of the club? The Armani suit he's wearing holds tightly to his broad arms, and his black shiny leather shoes show just how well-off he is. "I will have someone clean it up. If you excuse me, I would like to get home." I put my coat on, tucking my hands in the pockets, imitating him. "Do you know who I am?" he raises his eyebrow in question. He's attractive, he has tattoos peeking from the collars of his shirt and chest. Deep brown eyes intently stare at me with a sharp jaw and a stern face. I have never seen him before. "Nope, am I supposed to know you?" I wonder, furrowing my brows in confusion. "Soon, angel, soon. I will have people clean the room. Go home," he dismisses. As I walk away from the club, one question remains in my mind. Who is he?