Her Pool Of Blood

Author's P. O. V

"Where is the key to the vault?!" Sidorov demanded, pulling Natalia by the hair, forcing her puffy eyes to lock with his murderous gaze.

Despite her hands cuffed in front of her, and her feet binded together she spat in her father's face, "You dirty old man!"

Sidorov slapped her face, "You were just a mistake! I should've just shot your mother when she was pregnant!"

Natalia laughed, she had always known the old man wasn't her grandfather and that her detestable brothers were actually her nephews.

"You know why I clung to the business after you left? Because it's mine! Those worthless grandkids of yours were going to ruin my inheritance, and you just sat and watched it happen!" She spat out, reeling in rage.

Sidorov hissed and flung her head around, pulling hard on the roots of her hair. "I asked where the key is! You'd better tell me now, or else I'll-"