At first, Brittany couldn't say anything. In fact, she couldn't even move.Then, when the air finally returned to her lungs, all she could say was:"No..." she whispered, her voice almost lost in the air.Leon stared at her, his eyes reflecting a cold, implacable determination."Yes," he replied simply, his voice calm and controlled."Leon, you can't do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "This isn't what your mother would want. It's not the path to justice."He looked at her for a moment, his eyes revealing a mixture of pain and suppressed anger."Let me get this straight. You think you have any right to talk about what my mother would or wouldn't want? Just you, a dirty little bitch who betrayed me all the time? Pretending to be a good Samaritan might even fool Alex and Christina, Brittany. But not me.""Leon, I... I know I made a mistake," she mumbled, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I know I have no right to talk about your mother, after everyt
The men opened the door of the house and entered, closely followed by Leon. The interior was dark and silent, with only the dim light of the lamps illuminating the way. The smell of mold and abandonment hung in the air, creating an oppressive atmosphere around them."He's upstairs," said one of the men, indicating the stairs with a nod.Leon nodded and began to climb the steps, his heart hammering in his chest with every step. Closer and closer to his goal, he felt the tension building inside him, a mixture of fear and determination.Finally, they reached the top of the stairs and made their way down the corridor to a closed door. The men positioned themselves around it, ready to act if necessary, while Leon prepared to confront the man on the other side.With a final sigh, Leon turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open, revealing the dark interior of the room. The man, who had been snoring like a pig, was startled as he jumped out of bed."But what does that mean?"Leon stoo
Leon felt as if his very soul had been torn from his body.Slowly, as if he feared that the reality around him would fade like cobwebs, the boy began to approach the picture.Then, trembling, Leon held the picture frame, still not believing his eyes.Yes, it was definitely her. But thinner, with a younger, happier countenance. As if the psychopathy and pleasure in other people's pain had not yet taken hold in her psyche.So Sasha also had personal connections with Brittany's father. With her mother's murderer.His hands were cold with fury, dread and incomprehension. The boy turned to the torn body behind him.Sasha knew what Leon wanted. Not only that, but she handed it to him on a platter so that he could get rid of it once and for all. Obviously she had no reason to care about his feelings.So, if Sasha had a grudge against that man, who would be a more perfect tool than Leon himself?Shaken, the boy, still holding the painting in his hands, walked out of the room towards the thugs
The way back to HQ was ten times worse than the way to the country house.Not least because, as well as having other people's blood on his hands, Leon now knew that Sasha had personal connections with her mother's killer.Yes, she wanted him dead. But not for a second did the boy think it was out of a thirst for justice, or even pity. Sasha only thought of one thing: herself. And she didn't see anyone as people, but as tools.The thugs were silent, as always, and Leon wasn't bothered by them. He also knew it would be pointless to ask them anything.When they finally arrived, Leon went straight to Sasha's room, closely followed by the men.When he opened the door, he was surprised.Sasha was naked. And below her...Brittany. Also naked.Leon felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched the scene before him. His heart raced and a mixture of shock, disgust and anger overwhelmed him. He could barely process what he was seeing, but one thing was clear: this was a completely disturbing si
Leon felt paralyzed by Sasha's physical closeness and the intensity of her words. A mixture of repulsion and excitement overwhelmed him, leaving him confused and disturbed. He knew he couldn't give in to her manipulation, but at the same time, a part of him was intrigued by the idea of surrendering to the forbidden desire he felt."Don't do this," he said, his voice wavering as he tried to push Sasha away.But she didn't pull back, she just smiled predatorily, as if she were enjoying his discomfort."Why not, Leon? You know you want to. You've always wanted to," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Leon's spine.He fought against the attraction he felt for her, against the voice in his head that whispered that it would be easy to give in. But deep down, he knew he couldn't. He had to resist, no matter how hard it was."No. Enough. I won't give in to you," he said with more determination, pushing her harder and pulling away.The woman's expression quickly turn
Fear was useless. Fear made people blind and deaf prey in a forest full of predators. Fear would get you killed.Even fully aware of this, however, Leon couldn't stop himself from feeling a shiver run down his spine when he heard Sasha's words. He knew he had no choice but to follow the thugs into the torture chamber. His heart was pounding in his chest as he walked, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.As he entered the chamber, he was greeted by a stifling atmosphere. The walls were a gloomy gray, and the instruments of torture hanging on the walls cast frightening shadows across the room. The last time he had been there, it had been to end his ex-girlfriend's life, but he had been interrupted at the last moment by Alex, who had decided to play the savior for some reason.Leon swallowed, doing everything he could to disguise the tremors coming from his hands and legs.The thugs tied him to a chair, binding his hands and feet so that he couldn't move. The boy took a deep
His physical state must have been shocking, but he didn't care. His determination was greater than any pain or shame.Finally, after a tireless search, Leon spotted Alex talking to Brittany and Christina in a secluded corner of the complex. His friends seemed shocked to see him, but quickly ran towards him when they realized his sorry state."Leon! What happened to you?" asked Christina, horrified, as she examined her friend's wounds."It doesn't matter now," replied Leon, his voice firm despite the weakness that plagued him. "We need to act. We have to put an end to Sasha once and for all.""Is she the one who did this to you?" asked Alex, too quietly.He didn't answer.Not at all distressed, Brittany simply commented:"Maybe he didn't kill my father the way she wanted and was punished."Everyone went eerily silent."What did you say?""Why don't you ask him?! I'm sure he'll be able to explain it much better than I can. Right, Leon?"Leon just stared at Brittany, trying not to lose c
There were only three certainties that Leon had acquired in his nineteen years of life.The first was that his girlfriend, Brittany, was the most beautiful woman in the world and he was lucky to have her.The second was that if he got through his terrible school hell, he would get through anything and be worthy enough of Brittany's love.And the third was that the man who was now beating him severely, smiling between his punches and kicks, would be the first to be eliminated by Leon when, one day, he had the chance to strike back.The taste of blood ran down Leon's throat as he did little to defend himself. As a mere scholarship student at a school where most of the students were rich, even attempting self-defense could be a problem.Curled up on the floor, the boy just felt the pain of the beating as he silently prayed for it to end soon.Without saying a word, the boy who was beating him stopped and began to stare down at him, his eyes blazing from the gratuitous violence and Leon's