Ashley

Nathan stares from the bed as Jesse continues to struggle in his retrains. I've never seen him look so pathetic. All I want to do is say what they did, out loud. But that would mean, I'd have to leave them for the cops to deal with and the way the justice system runs over here, there's no guarantee they will be held responsible. So that's not happening…

"Ashley, please, you don't-"

"Don't fucking beg her, Nathan!" Jesse shouts from the floor. "She's a stupid fucking bitch and when I get out of these restraints, I'm going to fucking KILL HER!" I roll my eyes. He has no idea what he's up against, and I can't wait till he hears it.

"Anyway," I begin, widening my eyes briefly in sarcasm. "I heard you both, the other day." I speak calmly and collectively. "In your office." I watch as the realisation hits Nathan, and I do everything possible to keep the smile from my face. "It's no shocker though. I knew right from the beginning, Jesse, that you raped Maisy." I turn my attention back to Jesse, the fear in his eyes gives him away. He might act unafraid, but in the words of Tony Montana, ‘It's all in the eyes chico.' "What I didn't know… is that Nathan here helped you cover it up and that he was sleeping with her too."

"Ashley-" Nathan begins to speak but I cut him off quicker.

"I don't want to hear your excuses, Nathan, so let's skip that part, ok?"

"You're fucking crazy." Jesse leans up as much as he can and spits at my feet.

"I prefer the term psychotic," I wink, before dropping my expression to stoic. "So," I jump up from the chair and walk to the middle of the room, "don't get any ideas. I have someone with me and if anything happens to me, he'll kill you both."

"What exactly do you want?" Nathan asks, a quiver lacing his words.

"Nothing," I sniff. "I've also got someone else on standby to contact the police for me, if this doesn't go to plan." I laugh. I don't, but they don't need to know that. "But what I'm going to enjoy is watching you fuck Jesse's throat with that huge cock of yours,"

"What?!" Nathan exclaims.

"Because I want Jesse here, to feel what it's like to have someone do something to you… without your consent." I point the gun in his direction.

"I'm not letting him do that to me!"

Funny how Jesse thinks he has a choice in the matter.

"Oh, but you are. Because I fucking said so."

"Ashley please this is-"

"Nathan!" I cut him off. "This asshole made you lie for him. He fucking forced you to keep that secret," I scream at him. Hoping my performance will work on him and he will take my side. See what it's done to him. Trust me. "For the past year, you've had to live with the fact that my best friend killed herself because of him."

"Maisy was… you knew her?" Jesse whispers.

"Oh… Shit, did I forget to… Never mind." I flick my free hand. "Jesse couldn't just let you fuck Fran could he, no, he just had to rape someone and make you part of it." Nathan freezes for a second.

My words are bleeding into his mind as he begins to listen. I've allowed this disgusting human to fuck me while I've been running around killing the people responsible for hurting the love of my life. And one of them was hiding in plain sight this whole time… It just fills me with absolute disgust.

"Nathan, don't you fucking listen to her! She's nuts!"

Jesse begins pulling at the restraints, but the more he moves the tighter they get. Slowly his face becomes redder. Growling as I stomp over to the knife, I tear it through the rope, slicing his throat free. His ankles and wrists still bound as he takes a heavy breath. I don't want him dead, yet.

"Nathan, look at me," I soften my voice, my eyes mimicking the action. Pretending to be sad. "He made you lie." Trying to hold down the bile in my throat I take a step towards him. "I don't blame you. I blame him for what he did. But if you don't do what I tell you to do… I will kill you."

"You can't expect me to rape him, Ashley."

"It's not rape if he wants it. Right, Jesse?" I look down at him. "He's been sucking his brother's dick for God knows how long... I have her diary, Nathan. After this, we can blame all of this on him."

I'm not sure if I have the patience to keep talking to him like I don't want to pour petrol over his body and burn him alive after he kept Jesse's secret, but I have to wait. I need Jesse to know what it's like. To be used and fucked even when you don't want it. Does that make me as bad as him? Probably. Do I give a fucking shit? No.

"Once this is all over, I'll leave, and you can go about your life and enjoy your career."

Never going to happen.

"Nathan, come on!" Jesse shouts as Nathan rises to his feet. "You can't seriously be listening to this shit! Jesus fucking Christ." Panic is settling into the room and the sounds coming from Jesse are glorious.

"Jesse, if you don't shut up, I will kill your little sister. Amber is at the basketball court right now, no?" His head snaps to me, fear riddled eyes pierce into me and I fucking love it.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Tears begin to build in his eyes.

"Oh, I won't touch her. I'll have my friend who's roaming about this house as we speak, go over to where she is and kidnap her. Then I will have him bring her back here and fuck her in front of you. All while you watch." I clear my throat. The corner of my mouth curving as I continue.

"Then you can see her scream and cry and know that there is nothing you can do to help her. While he ruins her little body. Tarnishing any chance of a normal life. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU DID TO HER!!!" My throat burns with all the anger I've kept locked up in my body. All the pain I've felt day in and day out for the past twelve months. All the rage and hate and disgust and… Shame that I feel every single fucking day.

I wasn't there to save her.

"So, Jesse get on your fucking knees and suck his cock. And if you suck it good enough," I grin. "I might not kill you."

Jesse closes his eyes. "FUCK!!!" his voice gruff. Trying to sound like he isn't petrified, when I can see the fear written all over his pathetic face. "Ashley… Fuck!" He shouts again, struggling to get to his knees. "Look, I'm fucking sorry ok. I didn't… I was angry I-"

"So, you raped her?" I look at Nathan as he stares down at Jesse, shaking his head in disgust. "You were pissed off because I was fucking Fran, so instead of calling me out on my shit, you raped someone who had nothing to do with it." I don't even realise what's happened until Jesse hits the floor and blood spills from his nose. I snap to Nathan, his hand shaking in a tight fist.

"That was unexpected." I nudge the gun in Jesse's direction, my eyes still fixed on Nathan as his chest heaves in and out. "Keep going." This might actually be better than I anticipated. Jesse looks between us, spitting blood from his mouth just before Nathan stands over him, his shirt twisted in his hand. Dragging his arm back, he makes a tight fist and begins beating the shit out of Jesse.

Over and over again, he rains down blow after blow on Jesse's face. The crunch of Jesse's ocular bone as it breaks, has him bellowing out in pain. His skin splits and cracks, blood splattering everywhere.

"You!"

Punch.

"Fucking!"

Punch.

"Asshole!!"

Punch.

There is hardly anything left of Jesse's face as he lays there twitching on the carpet. With him being hit in the same spot continuously, his eye has popped out of the socket. Gargling reverberates from Jesse's throat, and he chokes on his final breath.

"Holy shit!" I burst out laughing. Nathan stumbles back as he falls against the bed. "I think," I take a few steps forward and look down at his lifeless body. "I think you killed him." The moment I turn around, my head snaps to the left and I hit the floor with a crunch. Swinging his leg back, I watch in slow motion as he kicks me in the stomach. Pain exploding as I cough through the pain.

"You stupid bitch," he breaths. "Get the fuck up." Squeezing my upper arm, he yanks me to stand. "Did you think I was going to let you get away with pulling a gun on me?" The minute I'm up on my feet, he thrusts me forward into the sideboard. The sharp corner of the wood biting into my ribs and I feel a crack.

Fractured rib maybe.

Twisting his hand in the thick cotton of the hoody he drags me from the sideboard and tosses me to the wooden floor. Laughter bursts from my chest as I watch him stalk back over to me. His face a deep crimson filled with deep rage. Lifting me from the floor with his free hand, the back of his hand smacks against my cheek.

"You think this is fucking funny!" he bellows. "Pulling a gun on me!" He smacks me again, harder this time. "I'll kill you and you can join your stupid fucking friend!" Nathan lets go of the hoodie, my back hitting the ground again. Pressing myself up, with what little energy I have left, I smile. Tasting the blood in my mouth.

"I think," I take a deep breath, slowly crawling backwards from him. "That maybe I'm not the only fucking psycho in this equation."

"That little prick had it coming. He had me under his thumb for a year." Shrugging, he crouches down in front of me, a look of disgust forming on his face. "I just needed the right time to get rid of him. Then low and behold you helped me do it."

"You're welcome." I spit blood in his direction, laughing. "Clearly needing a woman to do a man's job. Typical." I wince in pain. Bending down, he picks up the gun, sliding it in the back of his waistband and lurches forward, grabbing for my ankles. Dragging me between his legs, before I have a chance to move, he wraps both hands around my neck. Squeezing.

"Too much fucking mouth on you." The muscles in his jaw tightened with every word that spills from his gritted teeth. Spit splaying from his teeth. Soon, my chest begins to burn with the lack of oxygen flowing through my lungs. I can feel my face turning red, the veins popping in my forehead. My legs begin to kick underneath his thighs and I claw at the muscular hands encasing my throat.

If he kills me now, nobody will ever know what happened. Nobody will be brought to justice. He will blame me, call me a psycho, and let everyone believe I was crazy. I can't allow that. I allow my eyes to flutter, giving the illusion I'm about to pass out. If he holds on any longer then I will. For the first time, I'm scared. I'm petrified I won't be able to finish what I started.

"Stay with me, love," he whispers close to my ear. Unlatching his hands from my throat. I heave, sucking in the deepest breath I can. "You won't die yet." The sweet feel of air running through me spurs me on.

"You should've killed me," I choke, my voice harsh and my brain groggy. The black spots start to clear from my eyes, and my breathing begins to slowly return to normal. "You won't like what happens when I get hold of you."

His head drops back as his chest rumbles with a deep, dark laughter. Clapping his hands together in applause. "Empty threats kid. I'm the one with the gun now. And when I've fucking shot you, I'll call the police myself and tell them you lost your fucking mind, became obsessed with me, and went on a little killing spree." He stands, looking down at me like he's won.

"Typical." I scoff. Crawling backwards with every word he speaks; I pray that I'm in the right spot to grab what's under the bed.

"What is?" He looks down at me, stalking forward ever so slowly as I crawl back.

"You couldn't come up with anything better than that. It's been used before and it's weak as shit. Fucking idiot."

"You're the fucking idiot if you thought I even gave a single shit about Maisy being raped, or even killing herself. I just wasn't prepared to lose my fucking job!"

Frantically feeling under the bed, my fingers graze the plastic of the taser, and I grip it tight.

"Sure, fucking you was incredible. And it's sad that I won't get to fuck that tight cunt ever again," he shrugs nonchalantly, walking towards me. "It is what it is I guess." The moment he lift's the gun in my direction, I lunge forward, lifting the taser between his legs and pressing the buttons on either side. The gun sounding off above my head is the indication he missed as it hits the wall behind me. Looking up I watch as my little friend walks in over to me, helping me up from the floor.

"You could've helped me, asshole!" I cough.

"You had it covered," he winks.

"Let's just get the fucker tied up."

Water splashes over Nathan's face and he takes a deep breath. Finally awake after being out for the past hour. That's ok though, it gave me and my little friend time to work. Nathan is now completely naked and tied to chair.

I stripped him of every item of clothing, before I bound him to one of the kitchen chairs that Shadow brought up to the bedroom. This won't take too long. Mainly because I've already called the police. By my calculations, I have some time before they get here. Luckily enough the asshole lives further from town in a nice secluded, little house.

Which is great for me as the nearest neighbour is twenty minutes away. I plan for this to be over as soon as possible so I can head home. Nathan's eyes open and he frantically looks around the room.

"You're awake. Finally." I smile. Standing between his spread legs.

"You bitch!" He shakes in the seat. Anger emanating from his very being, trying to lunge for me but he's tied up so tight he can't move anything but his neck. Like Marcus, in the warehouse, he's tied very much the same way. "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Hm. I don't think you're in the right position to be making threats." I tap the sharp tip of the knife against my bottom lip. "I've called the police, they're on their way. So, I'm sorry, but I have to make this as quick as I can."

"Alright…. Look. Please just… Fuck! Ashley!" He struggles against the restraints again and again, desperately trying to look for a way to get loose.

"There's no ‘look' ok, I'm going to kill you, slowly and you're going to scream for me." I grab the nail gun from the small table beside him, an item I'm sure he would've noticed before now, but obviously not. "But first, I need to inflict some pain."

"Whoa wait, hold on… lets, shit, please can we talk about this?" His voice softer now, but the faint hint of panic still resides within his tone.

"No," I smile. Dropping to my knees, I press the tip of the nail gun to his feet. "Smile," I grin and press the trigger. His scream fills my ears, and I close my eyes, and take in the sound. Pressing it to the other foot, I do the same thing. Nailing both of his feet to the floor. Looking up from my crouched position, snot covers his face and Christ does it give me the raging ick.

"FUCKKK!!!" He screams as I stand, stepping forward and pressing the nail gun to the tops of his hands. "No, no, no, please Ashley WAIT!" I squeeze the trigger again, on each hand, nailing them both to the wooden arms of the chair.

Not like he has anywhere to go. Blood trickles from each of the entry points where the nails sit pressed into his skin. I smile as I clamber onto his lap. A leg on either side as I straddle him. "When they find you," I lean in, close to his ear, "I want the cops to vomit at the sight of you."

Veering back, I press the tip of the knife against his cheek. "Scream for me, Nathan." His eyes widen as I pierce the long blade through the skin of his cheek, deep to the hilt. He opens his mouth and cries out. In that moment I begin to slice, back and forth, watching as the blood streams from the wound. Jagged pieces of skin clapping apart. I mimic the action on the other side of his mouth.

Giving him a gaping wound on either side. "There," I grin back at my work. "Now you can smile even in death."

Blood pours from his face and mouth, the bottom parts of the skin on his jaw flapping down, the muscle and fat staring out at me. Running my fingers through the blood on his chest, I lift them to his forehead and write her name there.

"Just so when they find you, they don't forget her name either."

"Y-you'll never…" The words are garbled and messy, just like his face.

"Sorry fucker I can't quite understand you." I cup the side of my ear in sarcasm. "Say that one more time."

Nothing to say now.

Leaning back slightly, I begin to carve her name in his chest. While he sits there screaming, desperate for someone to hear him and help him get lose from the rope that restrains him.

"You're making it worse than you need to." I sigh while continuing to twist and curve the S of my girl's name. "Just relax, Nathan." I start with the Y, "It will all be over soon, I promise."

Her name is beautifully placed over the entirety of his pectoral muscles, and I jump off his lap and stand back, looking at my handywork. Blood covers the entirety of his chest and the tears streaming down his face prove he's finally realised this is it for him. What he did, compared to the others, is the worst part.

He sat there and kept the secret of a rapist and allowed him to get away with breaking her irrevocably all to protect himself. He decided to fuck Fran, he decided to ruin his own career by having relations with a student… Ok, I know it's hypocritical of me, however I done it for the alibi, I had a reason. His reason was to get his dick wet.

Fucking scumbag.

He flits in and out of consciousness, down to the amount of blood pouring from him. Shadow walks into my eyeline and grasps my shoulder.

"Cops are twenty minutes out. You need to get this over with."

I nod, leaning in and slapping his face. "Wake the fuck up, asshole."

"P-please A-Ashley… I'm s-"

Bending down, I lift the bottle of bleach from beside him and unscrew the cap, emptying the contents over his chest and listen as the high-pitched screams leave his voice box. He cries out like a stuck pig, squealing. Eyes wide and full of fear.

"You'll never hurt anyone again, Nathan!" I shout over him. Leaning forward, I raise my arm, gripping the knife as tight as I can and the realisation of what I'm about to do, smacks him in the face. Bringing my hand down I stab him in the groin, taking his flaccid cock in my free hand, I smile as I slice through the appendage. Blood spraying, splattering my face and hands, as I slice back and forth in a jagged motion. Skin splitting and snapping back to the groin area as I pull farther and farther back the more the skin is sliced through. His screams become horse, each one filled with agonising pain as I detach his cock from his body. I lean forward and stuff the severed cock in his mouth.

"Choke on it for me!" I scream, stabbing him in the neck, over and over again. Stabbing him for every second he let Maisy suffer in silence. Piercing his vile skin for all the times he thought of her throughout the year. With every inch that the steel blade permeates his skin, I think of her.

When all the strength is gone from my arm and my chest heaving, I drop the knife and it clatters to the floor. Soft hands encase my face and I turn to face him.

"You need to get out of here now. I'll take care of everything else, and I'll come find you when you're ready." He leans in, kissing the tears from my face. "Go to the bathroom, now." All I can do is nod. "I'm so proud of you, Ashley. You did it." Dropping his hands to my shoulders, he turns me and pushes me towards the bedroom door. "There's a change of clothes. Shower and get yourself ready, ok? You'll leave in five."