"I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me."- S.E Hilton, The Outsiders.

Marienne's POV:

A feeling of disgust....

A feeling that is so grotesque...

A feeling that is vile and filthy.....

She kept crying and crying. The louder her cries got, the louder my demons laughed. At a point, I couldn't even hear my own voice anymore.

All that I could hear was the sounds of her heart wrenching wail mingling along with my monster's laughter.

I clenched my fists.

After that night, when I saw those men touching her, something inside me changed.

I felt vile, disgusting.

The vein in my neck hurt, I was beginning to see red, but still I contained myself.

Somewhere, from within her chaotic wail that shook the very core of my soul, I heard a child. A small child desperately seeking for warmth and safety.

She killed Madeline!

That reptilian, demonic voice shouted in my ears, deafening me, stealing me away from her cries of plea.

I should be happy, I should be happy because she was crying, because she was suffering.

But I wasn't happy.

A whisper of a painful sensation crept up from my temple, slowly making it's way towards my frontal lobe.

I wasn't happy to make her suffer, it was as if I was missing something.

Another gasp of sob escaped her as she struggled to breath. Her alabaster skin was red, her hands quivered from her cries.

I felt like laughing.

She cries over something that is her doing.

She killed her and she is crying.

She was wailing like a helpless child, a hopeless child.

My skin crawled in disgust.

A human that is so cruel, cruel enough to kill a pregnant woman and then cry over her death.

My monsters were surfacing, slowly permeating me with their rotten smell, engulfing me in a haze of turpitude.

I felt like I was drowning, the barely existent pain was beginning to spread.... from my frontal lobe, to my pons, medulla oblongata and then slowly covering my brain in it's agonizing blur.

Her cries slimed down. The wails turned into sobs and then a melodious keynote of her suffering. And then, she became completely silent.

Tears cascaded down her reddened cheeks, adorning them in their diamond like regality. Her lips trembled, her hands were clasped tightly. It was, as if, she was experiencing pain.

But she wasn't.

My insanity bubbled up seeing her like this.

STOP CRYING!

The pretentious demonic voice roared with fury. I started breathing heavily.

Beads of cold perspiration started to form on my forehead. I focused on breathing.

"She killed Madeline..."

"Revenge...."

"Torture her..."

The voices seemed to multiply by numbers. Hundreds and thousands of voices murmured in my ear, all at once, constantly. Whispers turned into voices and then screams. I felt like I was in a blur, an illusion of nightmares that I had been having since my fiancée's murder.

I faced the crying female, but I wasn't really looking.

Breathe....

The voices were nearing me, I was on the verge of insanity. At this point, I wished to close my eyes and take a deep breath.

But I didn't have the courage. I feared if I closed them, something ugly from my messed up mind will appear.

Breathe!

Rose wrapped an arm around her small, petite form. She looked disturbingly pale.

What was wrong with her?

What happened to her?

Why did she look so shocked after hearing about her foster father?

I calmed myself, suppressing the nagging voices. I feared if I closed my eyes, something will engulf me. It will permeate me in it's never ending whirlpool, devour my very being, until there was nothing left of me. I feared that the monsters that lived inside my head would overtake me.

But yet, I closed my eyes.

Blank.

I opened them, sighing in relief. Rose was staring at her toes, her body still shook with occasional sobs.

A surge of sudden anger overtook me.

How dare she?!

My clenched knuckles turned pale, almost white. The euphoric rush of anger was fueled by my monsters, turning me into more like a beast than a human.

The temperature of the room suddenly dropped by a couple of degrees.

As if sensing my fury, she slowly looked up.

My breath hitched.

Her big brown eyes were misty with tears, her cheeks red, lips turned into the darkest shade of pink. Even though the tear trails marred her face, she still looked pretty.....

I couldn't help but admit the fact that the woman who murdered my fiancée was pretty.

"Marienne I-"

I wanted her to stop. As soon as her deceivingly innocent and melodious whisper reached my ears, I wanted to shut her mouth at any cost.

Snake!

"Are you done?" I felt my blood boiling. How dare she pretend to be innocent?

Madeline..... My Madeline was taken away from me..... I was lonely, the only person who could save me from this hell hole was gone and I have to bear it for the rest of my life.....

I was burning alive and there was no salvation. I was supposed to burn alive.

It was her fault.

I couldn't take her fakery anymore.

"If you are done then listen," I stated coldly, "Ardent, Madeline's killer, says that he was hired. I came to know about him from the cc tv footage. But the thing is, a couple of footages are missing. He says a lady hired him, but I don't believe him, scratch that....."

I paused, remembering the exhaustion I had to go through in order to extract a simple piece of information from him, "I know he is lying.... Even after loosing three of his teeth, that bastard just smiles and lies through his teeth gap...."

The subject of Ardent fueled my monsters, encouraging them further to eat out another piece of my soul like a delightful piece of pie.

She killed her....

I hissed internally, hoping that it would calm my voices. It didn't work, they only grew and grew.

"Think about it.... she killed her..... will you let her get away with that? Will you not take your revenge? will you not fulfill your vengeance?"

They were right.

I couldn't let her go unpunished. She had to suffer.

But you were deranged when you threw her to those....

Make her suffer!

You hated it Marienne.

A small part of me was unsure, begging me to be rational.

But guess what? I was insane. I was a diseased bastard.

I witnessed her paling form as she backed away as I neared her. I never broke the magnetic eye contact. The one that lured my demons, played them like an orchestra and begged to be tortured.

"I am sure that the lady was you Roseline...." She backed away a bit more, her brown eyes turning into a deep shade of black.

"I know about your dreadful past, Madeline was your foster sister and she called out for your hypocrisy a lot of times... You couldn't bear her...."

She flinched as if the words cut her like a sharp knife.

Smiling cruelly, I reminisced my girl, "You loathed her baby.... She wanted to meet you and probably once even met you...."

How cruel must have she been to slaughter the tormented just like that, eh?

"She didn't..." Her whisper was soft, barely audible, but yet, it encouraged my monsters more. I was beginning to see red, black and then it was a gruesome burst of darkness.

"So this went like this..." I pointed a finger towards her, "You met my Amore, planned your revenge on her.... somehow got the killer into the valley..... and killed her because of her stupidity in her early childhood...."

The more I narrated the story, the more my lust for revenge grew. I wanted to punish her slowly, torment her, torture her, rob her off her dignity, unwrap her soul, piece by piece until she had nothing left.

Does she rea-

She deserves it!

The demonic voice hissed loudly. My belief of her being guilty grew as the time went.

"She did nothing!" Her sudden outburst left me thunder stricken. I could feel the fury and the sadness radiating from her.

"So you are saying that your step father did not abuse you because you were being rude to her because of some bullshit?"

She stilled.

An unknown atrousity engulfed her brown irises, turning them into a shade of jet black. It was like she was facing me, but she wasn't seeing me anymore. She sat still, so much so, one could easily mistake her as a statue.

I could almost see what her dead, blank eyes reflected.

Why did it affect her so much?

You don't care!

You aren't supposed to care!

Remember Madeline!

The numbness of the painful, biting memories.....

The hollowness the incident left in her soul....

She wasn't here anymore. She was reminiscing the dreadful night.

"This is what you should want...." The voices whispered inside my ear

"You should make her suffer.... she is suffering... make her suffer more..."

Who controlled me, what I believed didn't matter anymore. Their wishes were my command. I couldn't fight them, because whatever they stated was the truth.

I neared her.

Her blank eyes widened. She clutched her ears as if she was experiencing a horrible breakdown. She seemed to be at the verge of a panic attack.

Tears streamed down her face animatedly.

She killed her...

Punish her...

She killed her....

punish her..

It felt like I was stuck in middle of a whirlwind and the voices had surrounded me as they chanted those words like a mantra over and over again.

"You don't need to pretend Rose..." I choked out, trying hard to contain myself, "Your act is over.... You can't hide for long...."

Her eyes closed as a silent scream left her at her unawareness.

I smirked as the demons died down, leaving me with my criminal, "I tried to be patient with you..." I whispered out, "But you need to be punished..." I trailed a finger along her collarbone.

She seemed gone.

She seemed to drown herself in a world from where there was no coming back.

"It seems I have to punish you for your bad behavior Rose...." What should her punishment be?

Before I could say more, her eyes rolled back as she fainted.

A feeling of disappointment engulfed me as I witnessed her comatose form.

And then it hit me.

I was brought back to reality in a snap as I observed the unanimated girl in front of me.

No!

"LINDY! MADAME!" A voice hollered in pure panic. It took me a moment to realize that the voice was mine.

The old maid ran in, her eyes widened as she took in the nescient girl that laid on the bed.

"What have you done?!" She screamed as she ran towards her, scooping her up in her arms.

I.... did this.

I brought up her violation. I did this.

I had gone too far.

"She deserved it-"

She didn-

"SHE DESERVED IT!"

She did?

I blinked. Once, twice and thrice...

Of course she did. She deserved every single thing that came in her way.

She did this to herself.

I smirked as I witnessed her form being carried away by the maids. They all seemed so worried.

Lindy gave me a hard look as she excused herself.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. It seemed to calm my soul. When I thought I was stable enough, I took out a cigar box labeled 'Marlboro'. I lit it up with my lighter and sucked in a big gulp of the savory smoke.

I let out a loud laugh.

Rose, Ardent, they thought they could get away with it.

Rose acts pitifully. If I teach her a lesson, she would probably open her mouth.

But what about Ardent? That chien was tight lipped. Why was he trying to save Rose?

That whore probably slept with that guy....

Hissing at my own thoughts, I threw away the half smoked puff. Enough of Rose today, I needed to see Ardent.

Making my way out of the old storeroom, I headed on to the basement. Ardent was there.

Descending the stairs, I made my way into the dark corner of the almost empty basement.

My lips curled up as I took in the bloodied figure, tied and limp.

The sound of my shoes echoed throughout the stinky room as I creeped over to him, my steps cool and calculated. The limp figure awash with blood looked up, taking me in.

His face was disfigured. One of his eyes blackened by my fist, another opened slightly as it regarded me with loathe. The gap on his forehead bled, his clothes were red from all the slicing his body took.

I wanted to go slow with him.

A smirk crept up my lips as a butler offered me a pair of leather gloves. Taking it, I wore them as I kept my eye contact with him.

He hissed, blood coming out from his teeth gap as he did it.

I raised an eyebrow, "Still that arrogant?" Placing a chair in front of him, I sat down, facing him.

He smirked. "You won't be this arrogant for long Marienne. If you know...." He gave out a blood curdling laugh, which reminded me of a psychopath. The irony.

He continued laughing like a maniac, while i observed him with a sneer. His laughter subsided eventually as he gasped for air, "Y-You you are so fucking unlucky Victor! I pity you!"

I only observed him. His laughter that margined insanity only fed my demons more. Soon the voices would take over and torture him until he goes feeble.

I crossed my arms.

"You think you have everything, Victor?" He hissed, "You don't! No one cares about you Victor! You are a pathetic worthless psychopath that needs to die!"

Kill....

Torture.....

"You think you are powerful? You aren't! Even your dead fiancée didn't care about you!"

That was the very last straw.

Lipping off my chair, I grabbed a hold of his shirt as I started landing my fists on his deformed face, mercilessly.

Kill...

torture....

Torture...

Black dots danced in front of my eyes.

He took the punches while laughing, it was as if he was enjoying it.

"You-" punch "Pathetic-" punch "Boy-"

I slammed him into the nearby wall, choking him, flashing my canines.

He laughed a bit more. Oh how insane it sounded!

"You are pathetic and-" He coughed, blood coming out from his mouth, "Even your Maddy knew it. She knew it even when I was devouring her pretty little pu-"

I choked him harder, to the point where he couldn't get any air out. Red danced in front of my eyes, blinding me to the real world. I felt like I was stuck in the abyss of a scarlet brume, there was no escape.

"Did. you. fuck her?" I gritted out each word. The man's blood coated derm turned a shade of pink as he struggled for oxygen. I loosened my grip a bit, enough for him to gasp out the words.

"I did! Boy she could ride a di-"

I hissed, my monster's scream resonating louder and louder in my mind. "Why?"

"I was told to."

Red began to blur me, mingling along with the opaque that I nurtured in me, "Who?" The sound was a whisper, almost strangled. I was afraid to know that answer.

"The lady."

My grip loosened and he fell on the floor with a loud thud, coughing violently, the sound echoed along with the voice of my demons.

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