Page 67 of Watch Her Bleed
I hear a car door shut, so does Enzo based on his reaction. He pulls the knife out and holds it to my throat. “Don’t you dare say a fucking thing.” He growls, as he moves to hide in the blindspot by the door. When the door suddenly opens, I see Matt. I try to yell at him, to warn him that Enzo is behind him but it doesn’t matter. Enzo puts the pistol to the back of Matt’s head and he freezes. I am sobbing now, not prepared at all to see the love of my life die. “Hands behind you,” Enzo slurs.
Matt says nothing but does what Enzo tells him to do. He never takes his eyes off mine, even when he sits in a chair in front of me.
“Keep your mouth shut or she gets punished. Got it?” Enzo says. Matt nods once and still keeps his eyes on me. He does not look happy. I’ve seen Matt upset but this? This is murderous. He’s keeping his eyes on me because it will keep him calm enough to not get us both killed.
“You tried to trick me,” Enzo says from behind me as he leans down and kisses my shoulder. I’m not going to beg him not to hurt me. It’s demeaning and it gets him off more. I don’t care what the consequences of that will be. I’m not doing it. I’m crying because I’m in physical pain and now Matt is a part of this.
Enzo presses the stun gun to my side and I scream when he shocks me. This time he doesn’t let up until my body does. I slump over for a moment but straighten when he goes to the bag. He turns back and pulls the gag he has in my mouth off of me. I don’t talk because it just gives him ideas.
“I could just slit his throat… End it all right now and have you for myself,” Enzo says as he walks around me with the hunting knife. “Speak, bitch.”
“Are you expecting me to beg?” I ask.
“Pick. You or him,” he says.
“Me.”
“Such a brave little whore,” Enzo chuckles. He brings the knife to my arm and digs the point into my skin before slowly slicing down. I grit my teeth and groan. It hurts so bad, but I’m trying not to give a huge reaction. “Again. You or him.”
“Me,” I say again with no hesitation. Enzo goes to the other arm and repeats the process of cutting me. I give less of a reaction this time and he chuckles and he leans down to talk.
“I’ll get you to beg me, Aurora. I always do, don’t I?”
“Fuck you, Enzo,” I snap at him. He bites my neck so hard that I whimper in pain.
“You know, Aurora,” he says. He is standing behind me but he has his arms wrapped around my body. He moves the knife to my stomach and I close my eyes for a second. “You’d be so much prettier without all of this.”
Enzo digs the knife into my stomach and slowly drags the blade through my skin. This time I scream out in pain. The pain makes my body shake as I feel blood trickling down my belly.
“And these thighs?” Enzo says. As he cuts from my knee up to my hip. The cuts aren’t so deep that I’ll bleed out, but I’m sure they’ll need some attention. He moves to the other thigh and does it again.
Matt is crying but he still looks furious. Enzo brings the knife back to my stomach but stops. “Pick. Another cut or I bend you over and fuck you properly,” he says.
“Cuts heal,” I say. He laughs and slowly slices across the width of my abdomen. The less I react the more he digs me and eventually, he gets his way. “Please stop,” I say tearfully.
“What was that? Did Aurora just beg me?” he asks, taunting me. He keeps slicing into me. “Watch her bleed, Matt. She chose this over me hurting you.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I yell at him. I’m trying to keep his attention on me. If he focuses on Matt too much, he might end up hurting him. Enzo turns to face me and narrows his eyes before walking closer.
“Last chance, little sister. You or him,” he says, pressing the point into my lower abdomen. I can see it on his face that he’s about to stab me, but I know that he will do the same to Matt
“Me,” I say tearfully. Matt shakes his head at me, trying to get me to change my mind.
“No one else would have gotten hurt if you had let me use your little body,” he whispers in my ear. “That is your fault.” I can smell the whiskey on his breath. He is shitfaced right now. I can see that Matt is moving around some. It makes me wonder if he is over there trying to get free. Enzo is too drunk right now to notice.
“Go fuck yourself, Enzo,” I say forcefully. Enzo gives me a toothy grin before plunging the knife into my belly. My breath catches in my throat. As the blade digs deeper, my entire abdomen surges with pain and I yowl like an injured cat. I can hear Matt screaming something but I can’t focus on it.
“Bleed, bitch,” Enzo whispers to me again before yanking the knife out of me. Everything is suddenly blurry as I feel warmth flooding out of me. Everything around me is spinning but I can tell that Matt isn’t in his chair anymore.
“Matt,” I whimper. For a moment I think that it’s him that drops to the ground but when he rushes to my side, I realize that he kept his promise to me. He swore that if anyone ever hurt me that they wouldn’t survive, and judging by the blurry figure on the floor, Enzo is gone.
“Fuck,” Matt says as he cuts the zip ties off my wrists and ankles before bringing me to lie on the ground.
“Is he dead?” I mumble.
“Yeah, honey. He’s dead,” he says as he pulls his jacket off and presses it to my belly. I groan and try to roll away from him as the pain intensifies. “I know, baby. I know it hurts. I’m sorry.”
“He was going to kill me,” I say. “Ow, that hurts.”
