Maybe I'm not what you thought I was.
Maybe I am.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE TORTURE DON'T READ THIS

Serina POV

Lorenzo looked so deadly now, as he stood before me with His white shirt soaked with blood. The first two buttons of his shirt had been popped open, and my eyes marveled at the way His muscles moved underneath his skin.

How his strength and broadness displayed to me how truly different in stature we were.

He stood like a building over me, as my height and weight did nothing to rival his. And yet, I alone was his greatest weakness.

In his hand, he wiped a bloody knife onto his white sleeve, before turning his head towards me, and spinning the blade around in his quick fingers.

His eyes turned twisted, as he watched me step forward more Into the light.

"You look dangerous." I smirked, as he reached out a hand for me to grab and pulled me to him As I stepped into a puddle of blood on the floor.

There should be nothing beautiful about this moment, but oh how tempting my loved looked dripping in darkness and death.

"My love you stand in the same light as me." He smiled, as the door Opening and Marco entered.

He spoke like I was just as dangerous as him. If not more.

Lorenzo seeming not to care about Marcos entrance, as he didn't take his gaze from me. His grey eyes testing my own, as he dragged the butt of the knife across my collar bone.

"Only you two can find this type of thing romantic." Marco chuckled lowly before he stared at the blood stained dungeon, and the very last man who sat in the chair with angry eyes.

"You haven't killed him yet?" Marco then asked, and Lorenzo looked up for a moment.

This man, the one tied to the chair, was the very last name to cross off on the list.

"I got distracted." Lorenzo hummed in an answer to Marcos question, as he looked down at me.
His eyes a phycotic shade of love.

"You'll be even more so after this." I smirked, and Marco fake gagged as Lorenzo smiled down at me like he already knew how hard I was going to fuck him after this.

"Do you want me to tie you up after we are done Serina? Like I did to him?" He whispered into my ear. "Only except you will be screaming for a different reason entirely." He teased,

He was so lewd and sinful, and I hated that I liked everything about what he had just said.

Marco walked over to us, and ripped the gag out of the man's mouth. "I told Satan we couldn't trust you Marco." The man growled, as he spit at marcos feet. "Should have skinned you alive when we had the chance."

Marco didn't say anything for a few moments, before allowing a sick smile to come to his face. "Oh you definitely should have." Marcos eyes turning to Lorenzos, seeking permission, Lorenzo nodding as he pulled me back to his chest and turned my gaze to have a full view.

Like this was a show he'd organized just for me.

"What a twisted movie date we are on." I smirked, as I pushed my ass into his cock, his hand moving to grip under my chin and around my neck, as he bent down to whisper.

"Would you like to participate?" He whispered, as he pulled out the dagger and held it out in front of him, waiting to see whether or not I'd grab it.

"Marco." I said, as I watched him walk behind the man. "Do you remember who he his?" I asked, as Lorenzo let me pull out of his grip.

My eyes turning to the man who sat in the chair.

A part of me wanted to feel bad about this. But the overwhelming part of me hated him. Hated what him and his friends did to me.

Hated how they didn't wake up screaming like I did, how they didn't have to try to hide their nightmares as I do, as I lay beside Lorenzo in bed.

"Yes." Marco said, his eyes fading from the sickening lust for carnage to hesitation.

"From where." I whispered, as I walked up to the man and placed my hands on either side on of his strapped down forarms, my head dipping down so I could look into his eyes.

"I always knew you were fucking batshit." The man growled. "Satan should have just fucked you in the beginning like he was supposed to."

I tried not to faulter my stare at him, but he saw the tinge of fear that sped through my eyes.

"And I doubt your precious little Husband would have come to save you then, after you were pumped full of another man's cum." He laughed as blood spilt down his fucking chin.

Lorenzo moved forward, anger by the man's disgusting words, and came to my side, grabbing another dagger and driving it just under the man's shoulder—shattering his collarbone.

He screamed, loudly, as Lorenzo stood beside me like a ravenous beast. His chest rising heavily, as he grabbed me and dragged me off the man. Slamming me into his chest that was stone, as he held his own knife that was dripping in blood.

His eyes like a snake, as he stared at the man. His head empty, as I could tell he replayed the man's words over and over in his mind.

Marco stood behind the bleeding man, staring at the back of the man's head. Waiting so patiently to cause him misery.

"I Asked you a question Marco." I said, as I stood with Lorenzo dominant embrace overpowering me.

"Satan's Mansion." He spoke in an answer, as he ran his hand through the man's hair and pulled it back, yanking his head to stare up at the ceiling.

"Where he and Satan did what." I asked again, as I forced myself out of my own personal demons grip, despite Lorenzos hesitation

Allowing my sharp knife to cut all the way down the man's chest, his shirt opening as buttons fell on the floor.

"They made you..." he said, but stopped himself, his eyes moving from Lorenzo back to me. Almost like he was begging me not to make him say it.

But at my gaze he sighed, knowing he had to.
"Undress. And...beg them not to rape you." He whispered, but I was barely even listening as I twisted the knife around his his left pec.

"I should have done it, I should have just—"

"Shut him up." Lorenzo growled, his voice echoing furiously around the room.

Marco followed his exact instruction, I assumed Lorenzo meant gag him—but as Marco cut the man's tongue out, I tried to feel some sort of remorse for him.

But I couldn't.

I know revenge is dirty. Sinful. I know that revenge had led me to dark places before—but something about this darkness...it didn't feel frightening at all.

"you know When I killed Satan—" I said, as I removed the knife from his skin, the man eyes stiff and wide. "I whispered something to him." I continued.

Satan didn't seem like the type of man to be scared of anything.

But I knew what he was afraid of. Even if he never said it, or acted on it—I knew.

He was afraid of being nothing; Nobody. Afraid that he'd be forgotten, unremarkable and umworthy of rememberance.

Afraid that he would never be anything more then a greedy child in a man's world.

"-So right before he died." I smiled, as I placed my knife back into his chest, and carved out An 'S' on his  skin.

He screamed, yelling un-audible curses at me. Swearing curses on my very existence with a blood filled mouth and red stained teeth. Calling me names I have been called a thousand times before

But as I wrote my name onto his skin, I didn't care.

"-I told him that I am going to burn him away. That I am going to destroy him like he destroyed me." I growled as a tear fell from my eye, as the man stared wide eyed at me, like I was truly amd uncontrollably insane "—and that I am not going to stop, until every person who he let hurt me...is lying right beside him, six feet fucking deep."

I could barely even recognize my own voice, The words I just said might as well been uttered by someone else, maybe even a different version of me.

I wasn't the same woman I was when Lorenzo looked at me at the bottom of the staircase. When I knew nothing about this world, and how badly it was going to break me.

Even though I belonged here, with Lorenzo, I knew deep down I would have been better off if I stayed away from it. From him.

But I knew from the beginning I couldn't stay away. Neither could he. We tried.

We hurt each other to the point that we should hate each other. We scarred each other in attempts to cut the tie that bound us. We played off our love as fucking curiosity because we both knew that the type of passion that was flaming between us would end up burning us both.

Maybe I was supposed to be somewhere else.
Maybe I was supposed to be someone else.
Maybe I was never supposed to love Lorenzo DeLuca the way I do.

Lorenzo too, was never supposed to fall in love with me. He was never supposed to spare my life, and let me become the very thing that could bring him to his knees. He was supposed to kill me. But he didn't.

Because maybe...just maybe, what you are supposed to do doesn't fucking matter.

Lorenzo was what was wrong with the world.
But I knew I belonged to him. I knew I have been his since the second he touched me softly, caressed me lovingly and fucked me to the point I knew only of him.

"You are crazy." The man tried to say, but his voice was so muffled I had to piece each syllable together by myself.

He was covered in sweat and blood. His suit was ripped and in pieces both on him and the floor.
His eyes were wild and desperate, as he tried to rip his hands free from the binds that tided him down.

But Lorenzo knew how to bind you in ways that you couldn't escape.

"Yes." Lorenzo husky voice tore me from whatever illusion I was stuck in. "she is." He praised, as he wiped the tear from off my cheek, and looked at me with mixed words I was too high off adrenaline to understand.

He looked at me in a way that made me perfectly contempt with the idea of being insane.

His eyes then turning to the name I carved on the man, like he was witnessing a fading masterpiece.
Like he loved the idea that this was how dark certain parts of me could become.

But that wonder our look fades, as he tore his eyes to the man's face.

"What should I do with you?" Lorenzo hissed, he said it almost to himself, but I knew he was halfway trying to ask me—asking how I wanted to end the life of the last man who haunted me in my darkness

"Burn him away." My voice was barely even loud enough to be considered a whisper, and my hand shook slightly at the idea.

Lorenzo stood just inform of me, and for a moment I couldn't tell wether he heard me or not, but by the way he straightened his back, and how Marcos face twisted at Lorenzos reaction to my words, I knew he did.

I watched Lorenzo talented handsreach into his pocket, before taking out the same lighter he uses to light his joints, and holding in between his fingers.

His face was turned to me, almost as if he didn't want me to see how pleasurable this way for him.

Marco moved back and against the wall, like he knew not the stand too close to The mess Lorenzo was about to make.

I watched Lorenzo flick the lighter on, my eyes absorbed by the fires flame.

Lorenzo held destruction in his fingertips.

I know now that people have every right to be terrified of Lorenzos. And it's almost sick that I am not. I'm not, and I definitely should be.

"You touched the love of my life." he growled, his words echoing the anger in his chest. Anger at more then just the man who sat tied to the chair. "You hurt her." Lorenzo voice was venomous, and I couldn't help the goosebumps that overcame my body.

The man shook his head, begging Lorenzo for mercy, by this denial of his actions was pointless.

Lorenzo doesn't give mercy.

And What happened next was what I knew surly would damn all of us to the darkness cells of hell.

Lorenzo may look like an angle to me, but I knew he was the devil Dressed in every shade of darkness that I craved.

The moment flashed before my eyes, as flames erupted as Lorenzo tossed the lighter onto what was left of the man's clothes and the sound of my demons screaming slowly started to fade away with the man's life.

As his screams drowned out the ones inside me.

Lorenzos touch coming back to me, the warmth of his skin making the coldness of the dungeon obsolete.

Lorenzo stared at the bonfire he had created; and his madness made my mouth water.

Lorenzo eyes were so sinful as he then moved to stare down at me, he came behind me once again, and tilted my head back so I was looking at him, and I noticed his eyes lacked any and all shreds of remorse. Like he had been waiting to do this just as long as I have.

I never told him what I said to Satan just before he died. Even when he asked me about it before.

Because when he did ask me; I was afraid of what I had said. Afraid of what I wanted.

But as Lorenzo stretched out his hand, Holding out to me a gun, fully loaded, I knew damn well I wasn't scared anymore.

"Do you want to know what hell looks like?"
I whispered to him The first words He has ever said to me, at the bottom of the stairs that stared it all,
as I lifted the gun as he stood behind me and placed his hand under mine that was raised.

Helping me aim it straight at the man's chest.

"Hell is all but empty now." He said right back into my ear, that response I made to his dangerous question so long ago. His words making a smile come to my face as I fired the gun.

Hell was all but empty because we are the demons that are supposed to occupy it.

I knew this was wicked, this feeling.

But you know,

Wickedness is always born from innocence.