Page 25 of Oblivion
The blade of the knife shone underneath the morning light breaking through the square windows positioned closer to the ceiling.
“Please,” Vincent cried as I approached him. “Don’t do this.”
“Who was he working with? I know about The Outfit and The Albanians, but who else?”
I walked behind him, pressing my hands onto his shoulders. The hilt of the knife touched the side of his face.
“Those are the only ones I know of,” he answered.
“You’re lying to me,” I whispered into his ear. “And you know what happens to boys that are lying?”
“Noooooo!”
I pressed the heel of my palm against the top of his hand, holding it tight against the arm rest. “Who is the third person, Vincent?”
“I will never tell you!”
“Suit yourself.”
His fingers straightened as I pressed harder against his hand, struggling to get away from me.
“Please, don’t. Please—”
“You need your fingers for all those fancy computers, don’t you?” I laughed. “But I’m sure you don’t need all of them.”
I pressed the blade of the knife to the knuckle of his index finger on his left hand and cut through.
“You crazy bitch!” he bellowed.
“Oops, sorry about that. Wrong part of the body.”
I lifted the knife, letting the blood gush out from his wound and pressed it between his index and middle fingers and cut through the skin, breaking the muscle.
“Are you going to talk?” I asked, holding the knife between his fingers, and looking at him.
“They’re going to kill you,” he answered instead, while tears ran down his face. “She is going to kill you.”
“Ah-ha!” I exclaimed. “So it definitely is a she,” I said and pulled out the knife, stepping away from him.
“Fuck,” he cursed, realizing what he did.
“Now all you need to do is to tell me whosheis.”
A minute passed, a minute too long. As I took a step forward, toward his other knee, he started talking.
“Fine, fine, fine, I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything, just please don’t kill me.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Oh?”
“I will. I swear I will tell you anything you want to know. Just promise me you won’t kill me.”
“Yet you almost killed the man I love.”
“That wasn’t me!” he panted. “That was Nikolai and his need for revenge. He told me he was saving you from a savage beast, from a man who didn’t deserve you. He just wanted to bring you home, to have his daughter right by his side.”
“Oh, how touching,” I mocked.
“I swear. That’s what he told me. That’s why I helped him, why I told him where you were. If it wasn’t for that little stunt you pulled when you ran away from them, I never would’ve been able to find you.”
