Faray had been out for almost half an hour and when he woke his wife sat next to him. Arms and mouth tied up.
“He’s awake” Claressa shouted. She was now ready to have some fun.
Jekyll stepped out briefly and moments later Phoenix appeared. Claressa burst into a cheeky laughter as she pointed at Faray’s face.
“You should see the look on your face”
“Greetings my lord. Now let’s get started”
“First, we shall torture your wife while you watch, then we’ll torture you as well until you beg us to put you out of your misery. Karma is a bitch my lord and I’m that bitch tonight”
Phoenix immediately picked up Melissa and made her kneel two meters away from her husband. He could clearly see her and she was already in tears. But it was only beginning. Claressa had been heating up her sickle at the fire place and it was now a bright red. While Melissa wept and her tyrant of a husband looked on helplessly, Claressa stepped forward and grabbed her the hair with her right hand.
“My husband was slaughtered like a swine because of you Melissa. And I lost my scalp because my son was angry while grieving the loss of his father. In all that time you lay here as your servants shoved grapes down your throat. Tonight, we balance the scales”
With her left hand she guided the red blade to the edge of Melissa’s hair until it touched a few follicles which burned and stank up the room with the smell of burning keratin. She pulled the blade towards herself and it touched Melissa’s skin. She jerked and screamed under the cloth on her mouth in sharp pain. Claressa prodded on. The hot blade melted Melissa’s skull skin as it peeled it off with the hair still sticking out of it. She screamed all the way as the hot blade drove through every millimeter of her scalp to the middle of her head. The cut off hairy meat was now hanging and Claressa pulled it by the hair until it tore off her head. Claressa had made a small hair free patch on Melissa’s head. About 3 square inches, the patch ran from the edge of her forehead to the middle of her head. She held the cut away patch by its hair as it dripped red on the white area it used to sit. Blood oozed slowly out of the patch onto the white like plant sap out of a cut banana sucker. Melissa soon had a small red pool sitting in the middle of her head. She tilted and threw the contents of the pool down the sides of her head. The blood ran down her face, her temples and cheeks and into the hair surrounding the pool. She was bathed. Claressa tossed the cut away patch right before the king’s eyes. He was crying quietly as well. The cloth that shut his mouth was soaking in his tears and he tasted their saltiness when he sucked on the cloth to quench his thirst.
Melissa was left kneeling where she bled and Phoenix picked up Faray next. Phoenix had not watched Faray closely for he had managed to free himself. Faray knocked Phoenix in the side of his ribs with his elbow hitting at his liver buried inside. Phoenix froze and stumbled. Faray was fast as he grabbed the small knife on Phoenix’s belt and stab-punched him right under the ribs. A knife and a full fist were now inside Phoenix's torso. Faray flexed his arm and shoved it further up into Phoenix's rib cage till he touched his beating heart. He could feel the energy of having someone's life in your hands. It was overwhelming.
“You better stop the play or I’ll slit her throat right now” Claressa commanded with her sickle curved around Melissa’s neck. Faray froze. His arm was still buried in Phoenix’s chest.
"I am holding your son's heart in my hand right now. I can feel all his energy. His rage. And mostly his love for you. So what shall it be? Your son or my wife?"
With the sickle still on Melissa’s throat, Claressa took a few steps right. The blade slid against Melissa’s neck cutting it open. Small trails of blood appeared on the cut and started rushing down to her chest. She dropped with in the minute.
The recollected pool on her head emptying onto the marble floor. Her body convulsed and her neck bled slowly forming a small pool that flowed into the carpet in the center. A sad and angry Faray withdrew his hand from Phoenix's chest. In his palm sat a big piece of meat with severed tubes. He held it up and squeezed it empty. It's thick red contents ran down his arm to his shoulder and armpits.
Claressa charged at the kneeling Faray with her sickle out ready to sweep his head off his throat. He ducked and she missed. Faray picked up Phoenix's dagger and took a swing at her. She rised one arm over her head as Faray brought down the stabbing dagger with all his might. She’d hoped to merely stop him but the dagger had found its way into her palm. She cursed in pain as she pulled it out and just then the emergency gong went off. Someone had reported the commotion in the king's chambers. She’d have company soon and this had to be ended fast. Claressa knew she had to run. But before she could get to the door, Faray jumped onto her back and had her on the floor. Sitted upon her stomach, he began to punch in her face. She still had her strength and managed to overturn him. She lifted his head and hit it against the floor mashing up his brains. He lay still as she drew the dagger in her boot and go apeshit on his neck. Stabbing it rapidly and repeatedly as the blood splashed like a toddler playing with the water in a bathtub. Faray could hardly move. He was choking repeatedly on his own blood. She stabbed his eye balls and yanked them out. They sat at the tip of the dagger like a grape on a toothpick. And then she kissed him. She sucked the breath out of him till his blood drowned lungs were empty. He froze and he was gone. Taken with the kiss of death.
She sat there recollecting herself wondering whether to run for life or just sit and wait for what was coming. Her son was already dead. So why run? But then she remembered she’d left back the rest of her family that needed her at home. She had to pick her self up and get going. Nosooner had she stepped out the door than she met Jekyll’s king’s guard in the hall way. A circle of swords and spears surrounded her. She was done. Just at the right moment Jekyll appeared from behind the crowd. He looked at the blood soaked woman before peeping inside the chambers. Three corpses that detailed extreme anger of the killers. Jekyll nodded sideways and Claressa was arrested. She was escorted to a familiar dungeon in the smelting room with spears pinching her back. Jekyll had to arrest her for now and devise a way of freeing her later before the prince's return. He would drink from her skull if he found her.