Five days later:

Adam's POV:

This girl was making me weak. I had to get rid of her soon. She was just for the sake of my revenge, not for anything else.

I would break her completely, damage her fully beyond recognizing. I would make her existence a horrible agony. After I was done, then I would return her to his father, fucking bastard Brian.

I wanted to see the pain in his eyes when he would see that the daughter he loved more than his life, reduced to nothing but a irreversibly damaged, used good. Whom you couldn't keep, only could throw away. He would kill his own daughter to make her free from all the dolor.

I wanted that bastard to experience the taste of his own medicine, I wanted him to feel how does it feel, when your innocent loved one is paining, dying in front you and you can't do any thing but to watch him/her slowly collapsing into the brink of demise.

My dear Fiona get ready to break.

Get ready to cry.

Get ready to shiver.

Get ready to want to die.

I let out a sadistic laugh, in prior excitement.

How her reaction would be today.

I couldn't wait to see.

"Hello, I want you to shift Brian Andrew from hospital. Yeah, you have to do what I said today. Listen, if there is any mistake, you know better what will happen."

I was going out to my warehouse.

I was a ruthless businessmen and some people knew I was a cold blooded mafia, murderer.

The biggest truth of my life was embroiled with this revenge. This revenge was aim of my life. This revenge would give me the salvation which I had been searching desperately in my life.

Fiona's POV:

"Hey." I was startled at his sudden voice.

I looked at him as he entered my room.

I didn't say anything.

"You know, I was watching TV. But suddenly felt alone. That's when I remembered I have a slave of my own. She can accompany me while watch TV." He sat on my bed.

"Huh?" I didn't understand, I was confused.

"Come to my room, I will watch TV." Adam asked.

"Really? For this you won't need me." I spoke.

His jaw tightened immediately.

"Is it for you to decide? huh? Seems like you have forgotten your place. Should I remind you again that you are a slave?" He gripped my wrist tightly. Tears pooled in my eyes in pain.

"I am coming. Let go my hand." I mumbled looking down, hiding my tears.

He pulled me to him giving a harsh tug and dragged me to his room.

"Sit." He said pushing me on the couch.

He sat beside me. I couldn't understand, what he was doing. He turned on the TV and kept shuffling channels.

Finally, he stopped at a news channel after about 10 minutes.

About at 7 pm, near the Tampa Central Library, two men were shot and then horribly mutilated. Their names Sam Portway (25), George Hammith (29). They both were stuffs of Tampa Central Library. The whole locality and Tampa Central Library Association has demanded an accurate investigation and punishment for this brutal murder.

I cringed watching the news. The faces of the victims were badly damaged.

I looked at Adam. He was looking at the tv screen nonchalant as always.

Goodness! This man was ruthless.

What I was thinking? Why would a news like this touch him, when he was a murderer himself!

The news finished.

A terrible fire accident occurred in Newyork in the West Fillerman Road. Fire rescuers reached at the spot and stopped the fire. But unfortunately, they couldn't save the persons inside the house. Two persons were severely burnt and about 75% of their body were burnt and they were dead at the spot. Identification card of someone named Brian Andrew has been found. It's assumed that the dead bodies were of Brian Adam and his seven years old child Zack Andrew. The bodies would be sent to lab for forensic test soon. For many days, his elder daughter has been missing. He already filed a case in the local police station. But still she couldn't be found. Is this a accident or murder, connected with the missing of his daughter? Reporting Jenice Doyle.

My blood inside my vessels froze when I watched the news. I couldn't move my body. I felt numb. I saw my house was hulf burnt, smoke everywhere, rescuer people were bringing out two dead bodies, covered with white sheets.

I couldn't believe what was happening. They couldn't die.

I felt like my world had been destroyed, life had become a complete wreckage.

Dad, Zack, they couldn't die. They were still alive.

My chin was trembling as tears were falling from my eyes, fogging my vision. I was speechless, numb.

Oh God! Why me? Why did you do this to me? To my family. A loud, heart piercing sob released from my mouth. My heart was breaking as I realised they wouldn't come back ever. All the memories of my dad, my childhood, my Zach flased before my eyes intensifying my emotional agony.

"Looks like they are really gone. Now you are all alone, F.i.o.n.a. I must reward my men. They didn't fuck up this this time. The accident was pretty coolly staged." Adam laughed. His eyes blazed with a sadistic glint.

That's when realization hit me.

"You did this. Didn't you?" I asked him, still fat tears were cascading from my eyes in a continuous flux. Rage overpowered the grief of losing my father and little brother, whom I loved more than my life, as my child.

He again grinned sadistically nodding his head.

Everything was just for them.

For my brother and father.

I was tolerating all the humiliations, tortures just for their sake. So that they couldn live, they could get away from the vile clutch of this devil. But no, not anymore. When they were not anymore, I had no bounds. I would kill this devil, even if it took my life and avenge them.

Fire of rage ignited in my eyes.

"You bastard! I will kill you!" I screamed and pounced on him. My brain couldn't process anything to think but killing him. Killing him, with my bare hands, my hands dripping with his blood, that's when I would get to breathe in peace.

Or else every single breath I would take, these would agonize their souls.

I clawed his face, scratching it violently, drawing his blood. I lost all my reasoning. I had one thing going in my head. Kill that monster.

I pushed him on the couch and mounted on his chest, in attemp to throttle him to death. My hands were wrapped around his neck, clutching his air supply.

He must have dumbfounded at my sudden attack. But he quickly regained his strength and pushed me very hard.

My body fell on the floor, my head hitting the ground very hard.

"Ahh." A yelp of pain was elicited by me. But I didn't care for my pain.

He stood up and launced towards me, glaring with his demonic eyes, fury sparked from those eyes. His face was grimaced in ire.

But I was not afraid anymore.

I had nothing to lose.

If you talk about me, I lost myself a long ago when I was captured by this monster.

Breathing hard, I glared back at him. I would kill him even if I have to die. My jaw tightened and chest was heaving up and down.

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