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He looked up at the once innocent girl and the expression on her face petrified him. His eyes averted to the old empty warehouse door, hoping that the police would come and rescue him before she does anything real bad to him. He doesn't want that. He wouldn't defend himself because he couldn't, he was tied to a wooden chair.

She followed his gaze and her lips curled up in a wicked smile. She bent her head so that she could whisper into his ear. Although it was of no use whispering because there was no other person in the room except the both of them. Her sisters were outside waiting for her and they wouldn't tell anybody about what will happen tonight because they all planned it with her.

"No one helped Stan so no one's gonna help you too." she whispered and he shivered.

What has she and her cohorts done to Stan? Is he dead?, did they murder him?- He thought and this scared the living hell out of him.

"Ple...please, don't kill me. I beg of you, I'll do anything you ask of me." he stammered, "I will apologize to Rue. I will offer myself to the police and I will make sure Alexia and Alexa gets what they deserve.. but please don't hurt me."

She laughed. It was a wicked laugh mixed with anger, pain and hatred. He could sense it and he could see it in her eyes.

"A devil talking about what others deserve. What about you? What do you deserve?" She asked with scorn, not necessarily expecting him to give an answer to her question but if he had, she would have hit him so hard that he would've winced in pain but luckily for him, he didn't.

So she continued "I'll give you what you deserve. Don't worry, you can do that to Alexia and Alexa later- that is if you ain't dead before then."

His breathing became rapid. He was afraid and this made her slightly chuffed at least she had an effect on him.

"So say your last prayer before you die..." She said for the second time, her voice echoing in the large empty almost dark room. She really wanted to show him that she wasn't a weakly like they thought she was but she was exercising patience.

"I...I ..ju-s.." he cleared his throat to steady his voice, "I just want to see Rue and apologize to he—" a slap landed on his cheek before he could finish what he was saying.

"How dare you?.. don't you have blood at all? Ain't you ashamed of yourself to mention the name of the girl you and your friends caused to go through depression and pains she couldn't control but hurt herself?" She asked him with tears welling up in her eyes as her mind drifted back to all the past events that has happened before now. It was so hurtful and embarrassing.

"I'm sorry-" he was saying but was cut off by another painful slap on the same cheek.

"Tell that to devil when you meet him in hell today." she spat, lifting his chin with her finger so he'd look at her face. "I'll make you feel a little bit of what she felt..." Then she began to laugh again.

"What did she feel?" He asked quietly and tiredly. His question threw her off balance so she stopped laughing and looked at him, her face marred in surprise.

"You don't have an idea of what she's gone through right?" She asked and he shook his head in affirmative. Surprisingly, that earned him a punch.

"You and your friends called her church girl and you know what? she stopped attending church services." punch. "You guys called her dumb saying she was suffering from dyslexia." Punch. "You guys called her fat and she started having eating disorder." Punch. "She gave you her everything. She was willing to change to a bad girl for you and yet you disgraced her in front of everybody. You called her ugly..." She trailed off and stopped hitting him as uncontrollable tears rolled down her cheeks.

She hated herself now because she couldn't stop them from bullying her sister and even if she had tried to, Rue warned her against it, Rue never wanted trouble, Rue suffered pain and Rue didn't deserve it.

She tried to calm herself down with the thought that she couldn't get emotional again at least not in front of him. He'd think of her as weak and that was one thing she didn't want.

She swiftly wiped away the tears with her hand, took in a deep breath to compose herself. But once she looked at the boy tied to the chair, the anger came back with full force and she charged towards him, punching him on every spot she could hit on his body. She couldn't stop herself. She doesn't care if he would die in the process because he deserved it.

He tasted blood, his face had begun to swell, his nose was covered with blood so he could hardly breath. He knew for sure that she was going to kill him for all what he did. He did it for money and now see what it has led him into. Just as his eye lids began to close and he was thinking of giving up, then suddenly the door flung opened startling the both of them a little. An image he couldn't see clearly because everything became blurry for him, ran inside and shouted.

"Fae! It's the police!"

It was a girl's voice and he could sense that she was panicking. He could barely make out what she was saying.

"Let him be Fae, we have to run. Now!"