The Pretty Psycho (St. Vasili’s Academy #2)

2. Vega

2

VEGA

TW: Please note that this chapter contains heavy triggers mentioned before.

Tyler was relentless with his questioning, that crazed look in his eyes only becoming more and more prominent the less I answered.

My hand throbbed, limply lying on the cold, hard ground, but I wasn't budging.

He could torture me, he could kill me, but I wouldn't tell him shit. Maybe if he had approached me, if he had told me why he was doing all of this, I would've tried to help. I would've tried to understand, but there was not an ounce of understanding in me when he behaved as if I was his enemy and not The Schatten.

My screams died down after he stopped twisting the knife in my hand, pulling it out as if I were nothing more than a rag doll placed here for his enjoyment. My eyes landed on the wound in my right hand and the river of blood still pouring out, shutting him out momentarily even as he kept going on and on about how I betrayed him. How I wasn't clean anymore.

As if any of us were truly clean.

There was not a single pure soul in my life, and Tyler was no exception.

"You gave yourself to him!" he bellowed as he stood up, pacing from one side of the platform we were on to the other, rambling about Adrian, about Heinrich, and giving me information I needed.

Heinrich knew Tyler was alive. He fucking knew and instead of telling me, the two of them created a plan where they could use me to bring Adrian to his demise. Their hatred toward the Zylla family knew no bounds, and I didn't dare ask why.

Throughout all my years in The Schatten I knew that Heinrich didn't get along with the Zylla family, but I never knew that Tyler was somehow involved. The questions were on the tip of my tongue, but I kept my mouth shut, letting Tyler rant, hoping it would give me the insight needed to get myself out of this situation.

There was no doubt in my mind—he was going to kill me if he didn't get what he wanted. I wanted to believe that Adrian cared for me, that all those moments we shared weren't just a lie, but I didn't want him here. I didn't want him walking into the trap, even if it meant me dying.

I looked up at Tyler just as he stopped pacing, his dark eyes narrowing at me, and with bated breath I waited for his next step.

"You know," he started, coming closer to me. "You could've been my queen, Vega." His voice took on a note I was familiar with. The note he used whenever he spoke to me when we were younger. The tip of his bloodied knife dragged over my cheek as his eyes feasted on me. "You could have had everything. The money, power, position, I would've given it all to you. I fucking loved you!" His voice thundered, turning colder as the blade of the knife sliced over my exposed cheek, making me wince. I felt the blood trickling down my cheek, but I refused to look away.

If he wanted to torture me, if he wanted to kill me, he would have to look me in the eye and do it.

"I loved you as well," I murmured, looking straight into his eyes. "You were everything to me. My perfect little paradise, but I never loved you in that way."

The hit came out of nowhere. His fist connected with the side of my face, making me taste blood in my mouth. "Lies! It's all lies! He brainwashed you. He made you forget about me. You loved me. I know you did. We were meant to be together. You were meant to be mine!"

I blinked and blinked again, fighting against the darkness threatening to take me under.

"You were mine first. You were always supposed to be mine."

"You were like a brother to me!" I screeched, unable to listen to him any longer. "I was just a child, Tyler. A fucking child. If you saw me differently, then you are one sick motherfucker, and I'm glad you were nowhere near me as I grew up."

I should've seen it coming, but I was too tired of keeping my mouth shut.

His hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing, cutting off my oxygen intake, until my lips parted, gasping for air, begging without words to let me go.

"You're mine, Vega. Mine!" His fingers kept tightening and tightening while tears cascaded down my cheeks, but he wasn't budging. "Tell me you're mine!"

"Y-You're k-killing me," I gasped out, pulling at the chains holding me in place. "Tyler… P-Please."

"No!" he screamed, pushing me down on the ground, and I knew this was it. This was the end.

I always thought I would die somewhere on the field, with a knife or a bullet in the center of my chest, but I never thought that the person I considered a part of my little family would be the one to kill me. I never thought he would be the one to end my life.

Tyler's legs moved to the sides of my hips, and while his hands stayed around my throat, it wasn't until he sat down on me that he tightened those fingers again, summoning black spots in the periphery of my vision as my consciousness started slipping away.

"You're mine. Only mine. My Vega. Mine!"

His face came close to mine, his lips hovering over my lips, and I dreaded this more than the death that was inevitable.

I was frozen, paralyzed, not because he was killing me, but because I could feel it, his hardness, his dick digging into my stomach as he ground on top of me, rubbing himself over me. Shivers racked over my body as I laid there, unable to do anything.

Unable to push him away, to defend myself. If he wanted to he could… Oh my God. He could rape me.

The thought itself awakened something deep inside of me. Something primal. Something I hadn’t felt since the night my mother was sent to prison when I ran down the street, running away from the monster trying to take me away.

"No!" I bellowed, thrashing and turning, trying to push him off of me, but with my arms above my head, chained and immobile, there was not much I could do.

Tyler grinned, the row of perfect teeth mocking me for not seeing the monster hiding behind his polite smiles when we were younger. I’d spent years mourning a man that was exactly the kind of man I vowed to destroy. He was the kind of monster I chased through the night, cleansing this world from their filth. How could I have been so blind?

But I could understand being blinded by Tyler’s lies when I was younger, but I couldn’t understand how I became so complacent right now. I was so cocky, so sure of myself when I got out of my room during that fire, that I never even thought of bringing something to defend myself. I never even thought of checking the area to see if anyone else was around.

I let him capture me. I let him do all of these things to me.

Death was better than the knowledge that he wanted to rape me, that he wanted to take the one thing from me I never wanted to give him.

"That's it, Vega. Fight me. God, I love it when you fight. I love it when you make it interesting."

His hands wrapped around my wrists, keeping me immobile once again. His knees tightened around my hips as he leaned over me, dragging his hard dick over my stomach, lifting my shirt in the process.

"I've waited years for this. I've waited so long to make you mine, to make you see me. To claim you and show you that I was the one for you. It's okay," he murmured, his hot breath washing over my face. "I can forgive you for fucking Adrian. I can forgive you for being with our enemy, because you're mine. You're all mine, Vega. I forgive you, darling. I forgive you."

He released my hands suddenly, but my relief was short-lived when he pushed himself down, only to see his knife glinting underneath the sunlight pushing through the cave, lowering down toward my pajamas. "No, no, no," I breathed out, chanting, begging, because if he did this, I knew that there would be no return.

The sound of fabric ripping echoed in my ears, mixing with the loud sound of my heart thundering, threatening to erupt from my chest.

This wasn't happening.

This couldn't happen to me.

Not like this.

God, not like this.

"Please, don't. Please, Tyler!" I wasn't above begging. I wasn't above pleading, because doing this was far worse than killing me. Doing this was taking the pieces of me I wasn't ready to give, not to him. "Please, don't do this."

"Shhhhh," he murmured, "I got you." He tore the destroyed fabric away from my body, while my eyes latched on to him, trying to get myself out of this situation.

"Don't do this, Tyler. I'm begging you, don't fucking do this. Please, please… No!" He cut through my underwear, ignoring my pleas, ignoring every single word from my mouth.

Cold air hit my skin, making me shiver both from fear and the weather, but he didn't care.

Tyler didn't care about the things I wanted. He spread my legs, staring at my core with a look of fascination on his face. "You're so perfect, Vega. So perfect."

"Tyler, please. Don't." I started closing my legs, but it was useless. His grip was too strong, his determination giving him the strength I couldn't have, not in this position. "Don't do this to me."

"It's gonna be okay, Vega. It's gonna be absolutely perfect. You and me, finally together."

"I don't want this. Please. I don't fucking want this!" No matter how much I pleaded, how much I begged for mercy, he wasn't budging.

Panic gripped me in its dark, violent talons, making it impossible to breathe. He pushed my legs apart, positioning himself between them.

I couldn't watch this. I didn't want to. I didn't fucking want to be here, seeing this happen.

My eyes shuttered closed, while his heavy breathing kept my consciousness in this cold cave, with him.

"Perfectly made for me." His words registered in the faraway part of my mind, because the images behind my closed eyes weren't of Tyler.

They were of Adrian. Of his hands as he caressed me, as he made me fall for a lie, but that lie was better than the truth I was facing right now.

Tyler's hands dragged over the inside of my thighs, reaching my center, but as soon as those sensations registered in my mind, I started pushing them away, focusing on the memories I had.

The first time I saw Adrian on that train.

The first time I realized who he truly was in The Pit.

The sound of a belt buckle falling down on the ground rang around me, followed by the shuffling of clothes, but I ignored it, just how I ignored the sickening sound of Tyler's voice.

"My perfect little Vega."

I was going to be sick.

My fists tightened, focusing on the pain in my hand instead of the sensations on my skin. His hands dragged over my stomach, up toward my chest, and I have never felt more helpless in my entire life.

Tyler dragged his cock through my folds, grunting, spewing bullshit as my stomach protested and as another part of my soul died.

Piece by piece, my soul was crumbling throughout the years, dying with each new kill, each new devastation, but nothing compared to this. He took that last piece, that last bright area inside of me, and crushed it in his bare hands. And as his cock pushed inside of me, as the searing pain racked through my body, I remembered the dark eyes I loved even when I wanted to hate him.

I remembered the peace and the quiet in that little cabin before everything went to shit. I remembered his arms around my body, holding me tight as Adrian spoke of his brother, of his family, of all the things that haunted his dreams. I held on to the past because the present made me want to die.

Shivers broke all over my skin as Tyler increased his pace, destroying me from the inside out, while his hands held on to my shoulders, keeping me down. But I wasn't fighting anymore.

I wasn't even trying to.

He took and took and fucking took, just like all the others before him.

He took everything from me, and as my eyes flew open, seeing his face washed in ecstasy, telling me how much he loved me while he destroyed me, I vowed to myself, to him, to the universe, that no man would ever have any control over me.

I vowed to those that came before me. To the men and women that ended up in this same situation, I would cleanse the world of scum like Tyler. Or I would die trying.

"You feel so good around me, Vega," he moaned, increasing his pace. The armor around my heart hardened, turning into stone, and as his mouth opened and his eyes closed, his dick twitched inside of me, spilling his filthiness and coating my walls with his seed.

Tyler was going to die, and I would be the one to kill him.