She is the one by Asheslove (mobi reader android TXT) 📖

The man standing in front of me made me remember of the dreading and haunting memories as the images of girl being whipped and flogged naked bloody by a man who had a long scourge in his hands came to my mind. 

Her hands were tied to the ceiling of the wooden cabin and her body was naked, wiped with long cuts which were bleeding furiously with not a single piece of cloth on her skin. Her painful helpless screams started to ring in my head as everytime the man swing the scrouge in air and landed it on her skin and this time instead of her place it was me. I remembered the feel of that whip on my skin when one of the hit landed on my back instead of her when I tried to save her and it felt like someone has poured gasoline on my back before tearing my skin with claws.

The screams started to turn loud and more painful completely filled with agony until I could no longer see or hear anything other than the sounds of whips landing on the skin and her painful heart shaking screams.

'No, no stop, stop here, don’t do this, please stop, just fucking STOP you bastard’ I shouted with my everything.

'You fucking bitch' Arthur shouted and swing the belt again in the air to hit me this time but I got up on my feet before it land on my flesh and breaking the last thin threads of the rope which was left after cutting it, clutching the glass piece tightly in my hand I plunged it in the side of his neck. His attempt block on the way as the glass piece glided in his skin easily. Blood extravasate out like fountain from his neck, his face twisted in pain and agony as he grabbed my wrist to stop me but again I harshly jerked my hand from his grip pulling the piece out and in next second plunged it back.

‘I told you to stop, I fucking told you’ I screamed like a mad woman repeating the same process again looking at him from my burning eyes. His men shouted and run towards me to stop but before that a loud blast heard and the ground beneath my feet shake. 

They started yelling at each other, the main door burst open and the sound of firearms being shot echoed all around the place but my eyes not leaving the man I stabbed. His face had turned pale, eyes wide open and his blood has splattered in all directions including me but I didn’t care. 

I don't even know how many times I'd plunged the glass piece in his neck, I was about to stab the piece again when suddenly a loud bang resonated near me, his body jerked when a bullet hit just between his head making a big hole in front.

My hand stopped immediately in air when I was about to stab the piece again as this sudden impact pulled me back to reality, blood smeared the face of the man oozing from the hole and his body fall down with a loud thud. My mouth opened agap as I looked at him in horror and hastily stepped away from his dead corpse.

I looked up and saw Nicolas making his way towards me with the grace of cheetah without flinching, unfazed by the rain of the bullets.

'Nicolas' I whispered.

For the first time even after whatever I went through with him only one emotion filled me up and my heart swelled as I look at him and I couldn't deny that emotion because I didn't wanted to, the emotion is of relief, relief in his presence. I relieved when I saw him making his way towards me, tears leaked from my eyes uncontrollably. My vision blurred due to tears so I raised my hand to wipe them away as I wanted to see him, see him clearly and that's when my eyes met with my hands.

They were red, completely red, not a single part of the skin of my hands was untouched with blood. I looked at the piece of glass in my hand which also turned red, thick drops of red fluid dripping down from it. My eyes fall on the man whose corpse was lying on the ground and....

and there was pool of blood around him under his head with his neck cut from side because of my brutal thrusts with glass, the seen in front of my eyes was horrifying.

'Noooo' 

I shrieked vehemently when what I did rushed in my head, the realization hit me like lighting bolt. My hands started to tremble violently and the piece of glass with a clack falls on the floor.

I looked down at myself and the white dress I was wearing had turned red with his blood spread all over it.

The voices around me fainted and started to echo and I felt my breath chocking like my head is drowned in water. 

'Elena' I heard Nicolas faint voice but I didn't care. My mind has already gone in haze.

'I...I’ a lump formed in my throat which was impossible to swallow, my voice trembling.

'I...ki...killed him' I whispered looking at my hands to myself in a very low voice which barely reached to my ears, the reality of my action was too heavy for me to take that even I wasn't able to say it to myself.

And then my eyes fall on Nicolas face.

'Elena' he said my name so softly and without caring about my bloody face placed his lips on mine for a passionate kiss closing his eyes like his life depends on me. I didn't kiss him back and remained still like frozen stone on my position.

He pulled away after a long minute; his one hand has circled my waist while other from the back of my head came in front and gently removed my hairs with his fingers which were sticked to my wet bloody face.

'You fine, I am here' he whispered giving me a soft smile rubbing the back of his hand on my cheek and then softly yet firmly removed the disgusting gag from my neck. He took my right hands in his and untied the rope which was still tied and hanging around my right wrist as the left one was already cut by me.

'I killed him' I murmured in a low voice, my eyes fixed on my red bloody hands which were shaking involuntary; my mind has paused at that one point.

'What?' Nicolas said lifting his head looking in my eyes and his movement stopped.