High Part II
Original composition by Tatienne Richard exclusively for My Fiction. If you’re reading this elsewhere it has been stolen from the platform.
Entering the building where their prisoners were all tied up in chairs facing the doors watching as Gulliver sauntered into the space followed by Glenn and January.
“Gulliver, my love, you’re here to rescue me.”
Gulliver pulled his head back and looked at Glenn, “I know I’m high but that’s fucked up, right?”
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“A lot of fucked up.” Glenn agreed.
Gulliver grinned suddenly, “I headbutted her ugly face. I literally smashed my forehead into her face, and she thinks I love her? She’s delulu.”
“Delulu?” Glenn asked.
“Kaylee taught me that word. It’s short for delusional.”
“What the hell is wrong with Gulliver?” Avner looked at his son in confusion.
“I’m high Dad! Really high. Apparently,” he looked den at hig
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arms, “they don’t work. January is going to do all the work for me. She’s going to throw punches and if I need to pee, she’s going to take my cock out for me.”
“I did not agree to that.”
“You’re my wife.” He said it as if it made sense. He looked at Duchess who was openly weeping and he nodded at January, “this beautiful stunning creature is my wife. She’s everything you could never be. She’s the perfect match to the vovoiof the Raptis family.”
“You aren’t vovoi yet.” Duchess sniffed and then flinched when it hurt.
“I am vovoi,” he held up the ring on his finger. “My grandfather put this on my hand, Duchess. Your grandfather is dead, your father is dead, your mother is dead, and your uncles are dead.”
“Why my mother?”
“Why not? She pulled a gun to try to protect your grandfather. She shot first. We shot second. Done.” Gulliver blinked slowly and he looked at Ford, “you know when you do the reversal agents on a dog to wake them up after surgery? I feel like I need that.”
Ford laughed, “you’re not feeling any pain?”
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“None.” He looked down at his arms, one in a cast to the shoulder and the other in a sling. “I can’t even jerk off though.”
“Jesus Gulliver!” Avner snapped. “What is wrong with you?”
“That bitch in the chair had her guys push my car off an embankment and broke my arm and fucked up my shoulder and I have a concussion and I’m really fucking pissed off that she was going to rape me. Also, my wife is hurt. I am angry that they hurt my wife.” The more he was talking, the clearer his words were becoming. “Someone needs to pay for the fact my wife has bandages on her head.”
“You should see her torso,” Glenn offered up. “It’s covered in cuts and she has some big bruises.”
“Well, then I think whatever she has on her, Duchess should
have.”
“She already has the concussion.” January commented. “I beat it into her yesterday.” She walked to the woman and grabbed her by the chin, “everyone keeps telling me how scary you are and I’m not seeing it. What I see is a spoiled little girl so terrified of finding out how irrelevant she really is that she’s acting up for attention. Your childhood lacked discipline and you were indulged far too much.” She stared into her eyes angrily, “you are pathetic. You are not scary, Duchess. You are crazy, unhinged and mentally unwell, but you do not scare me.” 2/6
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Duchess stared at January and then spit in her face. January punched her in the jaw and then took the cloth Avner held out to her.
“She’s been spitting on everyone.”
“Nasty.” January wiped her cheek off before grabbing Duchess by the hair and yanking her head backwards. “That is the only time you will disrespect me that way. I want you to understand something Duchess. You are here because you kidnapped my husband and you plotted to steal his semen to make a baby with him. You don’t get to do that.”
“He owes me,” Duchess howled.
“He doesn’t owe you shit.”
“He promised to marry me and have a family.”
“He lied.” January looked around the room. “We’re all aware he lies, right?”
“Never to you again, my love.” Gulliver commented.
January pointed at him, “damn right you won’t.”
“Love you, baby.” Gulliver laughed as January glared.
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“You need to let us go.” The lawyer suddenly spoke up. “I have a family and they know where I am.”
“Idiot, you came after the Raptis family. You have signed your family’s death warrant,” January commented seriously.
“She’s even got the lingo down,” Glenn winked at her.
January looked at Gulliver. “My husband had surgery. He’s tired. I’m tired. We’re not here to dole out life lessons. There is nothing from this room which is going to be a lesson to anyone else. Execute everyone but Duchess.”
“Just like that?” Ford asked seriously.
“Yes.”
“You’re going to let me go?”
“No.” January said seriously. “You’re going to watch as all the people you and your family convinced to help you go against Gulliver and his family die because of your fuckups. All of these men,” January tried not to flinch as the first bullet was fired, “are dying because you as their leader brought them to this. You are going to die with all of their blood on your hands, Duchess.”
“You can’t kill me. We grew up together!” She leaned her head to look at Gulliver, Glenn, and Ford. “We are family.” 5/6
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January walked to a table and pulled a long knife and walked to Duchess and before she could second guess her decision, stabbed her low in the abdomen. Duchess’s screams of pain made January swallow the lump in her throat down. “That is where you would have tried to grow a baby that you would have stolen from my husband. You will go to your death with,” she twisted her wrist, “no possibility of anything in this belly.”
Gulliver’s laugh behind her made her look over her shoulder and he grinned, “she didn’t get my come baby. There’s no baby there.”
“I’m not risking it.” January stood up and glared at the woman who had tears streaming down her face. “You were alone with them for too long.”
As the men all laughed at her possessive tone, January took another look at the woman bleeding in the chair and felt a rage well up in her at everything she’d put them through. She gave a loud scream of fury, walked to Ford, ripped his gun out of his hands, and walked to Duchess and shot her in the forehead.
“Fuck you!”
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