Final Chapter

Note: This chapter has a sex scene.

The boy in front of her got up from the wooden seat, going to the dressing table of both parents, and took out a shiny silver object.

―This is what will happen now, honey. —He said showing him some scissors —I am going to cut your ropes and I will set you free, but you must obey me at all times, Do you understand?

Unfortunately, Isabella was unaware of the desire in the young man's eyes. With all the fear concentrated in her veins, she could only limit herself to nod, shaking uncontrollably.

―Perfect. Today you will be a good girl, Isabella. Daddy's good girl, honey.

After hearing those words, and as she promised herself, the only thing that Isabella could experience was her freedom, although for a few minutes, as she did not have those chains of brown threads around her limbs. In her eyes, even a glimmer of hope could be glimpsed.

However, all that vanished when he heard the high-pitched squeak of a chair being dragged across the floor. Apparently, Nicolás had changed his position to the female's parents, who could now easily observe his own bed. Why would I do something like that?

―It's showtime. ―He murmured, sitting on the mattress.

It was surprising to the girl that she could not hear any screams or pleas from her parents, so she turned on her heel. Both adults, with expressions of terror, kept a tape stuck in their mouths, preventing them from speaking or making any sound. They looked like real victims of a kidnapping, their faces covered in bruises and bruises. Along with several lines of tears running down her cheeks.

—Enjoy the show, because it will be the last of your lives. Said Nicolas. ―Come here, Isabella. ―He called to her, and with her hands, he patted her lap.

The aforementioned began to approach him with fear. She wanted to run away, she wasn't going to deny it. He wanted to escape, he wanted to be truly free, not just without a rope tying her wrists. However, she knew that if she didn't do whatever he asked, she would pay dearly for her mistake. Nicolás was taller than her and, therefore, faster. If she ran, he would catch her without a problem. Clearly, she didn't want that for herself.

When she least expected it, she was already sitting on the man's lap, who looked at her tenderly. This time, Nicolás was showing a real smile, it wasn't scary or fake at all. Then, he raised her hands and held her youngest's face, forcing her to look up at him, placing all of her attention on him. Placing a kiss on the tip of her opposite nose, he lowered her hands while still touching every inch of Isabella's body.

Inside the boy, there was a mixture of feelings that she could not decipher, but she was able to witness in her stars a little one who was happy before, but due to the injustices of fate, she lost any trace of happiness. Now, inside him, only anger and resentment lived, guiding him to commit terrible atrocities.

His hands were now on the female's hips, holding on tightly, guiding her body in a slow sway over her lap. Isabella could feel, then, how something began to grow under her. That something was getting harder and harder.

―You do very well, babe. ―As well. Nicholas gasped. ―We haven't started yet, but it feels like heaven.

After an unidentifiable time where all Nicolás did was kiss the tip of her nose innocently, she felt the real pain. One of her fingers entered her entrance, moving in circles, pointing to different places inside the young woman, making her feel dirty.

She cried too much, the pain was hellish, gigantic, and she threatened to spread into every stretch of her skin. Nicolás added one more digit, simulating a pair of scissors and increasing the speed of her movements. Then, Isabella noticed something: the sheet under her body, white before, was red now. She was stained with blood. Her blood.

She panicked and with awkward movements tried to pull herself off her to get up from her mattress, however, Nicolás held her so tightly that it was impossible to escape from her.

―No, Isabella. ―She growled in an authoritative tone. ―Don't even try or it'll be worse for you.

From her, He pulled her fingers from inside her and the pain ceased for her, however, then they were quickly replaced by something larger than a single finger. Too big. And a cry was heard in the gloom of her dark cabin.

The pain that Isabella felt before was doubled, it was overwhelming. Her tears flowed nonstop from her eyes, her face was soaked with tears, her sheets were exposed to the dim light of the moon, stained, and her morbid smile symbolized doom for her.

―You're so tight. ―She moaned in her ear. And she felt disgusted. ―It's better than I ever imagined.

They were in that position for a few more minutes. Nicolás's moans flooded the room, he enjoyed the intimacy, while the female was torn inside. A few more thrusts were missing to release that thick mass between his thighs. The man gave a little cry of pleasure and slowly walked out.

―It was amazing, honey. ―He whispered. ―It's a shame that a body as precious as yours only lives for tonight.

He stretched out his arm and reached for the knife that rested on the dresser, approaching dangerously towards the bed where the rape had occurred. He fiddled with the sharp object a bit, running the tip across Isabella's torso and ending near her navel.

He plunged the knife into her abdomen without regard or hesitation, but there was no complaint from the other side. No scream was heard and his eyes were no longer crying. It seemed that she had become immune to pain because she was not able to feel it.

He was emptying her, flooding her mattress with her blood. Nicolás stained the rest of the room with what he could obtain from the young woman, staining her soul at the same time.

Isabella felt faint at that moment, her eyelids became heavy like large stones and her heart was beating slower and slower. Everything around her began to blur until a layer of a very powerful black tone destroyed her parents, Nicolás, and the entire cabin, forbidding her in any way to see something or someone next to her that would let her know that she was still alive. . But he couldn't see any of it. Then he realized that Isabella had died.

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―Before I kill you, I want to know one thing. ―Said Nicolás, putting Isabella's lifeless body aside on the bed.

He approached his uncles but did not remove the ribbons from their lips. He knew perfectly well that they would not have the explanation for what he had seen in his cousin's body. He was extremely frightening to her, and he didn't know if there was an answer to his question. Even knowing that, he dared to ask.

―Why does Isabella have wires inside her?