Chapter Fifty

Chapter 50

"Hello, Jemmy!" The shrill voice of Damien Valerian welcomed Jemima, causing her to freeze on the spot.
The lights came on, momentarily blinding Jemima and Vanessa.

"Jem, look!" Vanessa called out, pointing towards the guests who were bound in chains in Jemima's living room.

Jemima was too stunned to speak as she did not expect to see her mother, father, and Ava looking so helplessly in her home.

"Surprise!" Marcus called out, jubilation lacing his tone as he walked out from within the house. His feet echoed loudly as they marched against the marble floor.

Marcus walked around his captives, each stride purposeful as he attempted to instill fear in them.

"W... H... How?" Jemima stuttered in shock as she slowly walked away from Vanessa.
Vanessa just stood there, taking in the whole scene.

"I found them and now I' am presenting them to you as a gift and also as an atonement for my sins," Marcus joked but his eyes were pleading as he searched Jemima's eyes. He tried to depict what she was thinking but Jemima was pretty good at masking how she felt.

"Wow! What a pleasant surprise!" Jemima stated in astonishment.
She walked towards the trio, glaring at them venomously. These were the people responsible for her trauma.

"Hello, Damien! Or should I say, Father?" Jemima spat out spitefully, walking around him in circles as she took in his figure.

"Hello, Ava!" Jemima called out to her sister as a sinister expression splayed across her face. Ava shuddered as Jemima called her name.

"Ah, there she is! My mother! The one who bore me!" Jemima mocked, cackling as she uttered each word.

"How did you find them, Marcus?" Jemima inquired, focusing her attention on Marcus who stood in the middle of the house.

"I find everyone!" Marcus replied simply, eliciting an eye roll from Jemima.

"Vanessa please get the guard at the entrance for me! Tell him to take them to the red room!" Jemima instructed politely, causing Vanessa to spring into action.

"The infamous Silent Killer's Red room? That red room?" Marcus queried, astonishment lacing his expression.

"Yes! That red room!" Jemima answered as she made her way to the red room.

"What do you plan to do with them?" Marcus questioned, worry etching the features of his brows as he watched Jemima take vengeful steps.

"Play with them!" Jemima responded, earning her a mischievous grin from Marcus.

"I'm starting to think that twin telepathy is finally working," Marcus stated, causing Jemima to chuckle heartily as they made their way to the red room.

The red room was not literally red, it was painted white and had different weapons and tools suspended from the ceiling and hanging across the walls.

"Why do you call it the red room if it's not red in color?" Marcus asked as he looked around.

"Signifies the pain people go through in here. Call it sardonic but I enjoy seeing the blood of people stain the white walls," Jemima muttered as she grabbed an apron and a pair of safety Googles from the shelf

"Well let's get to work, shall we?" Marcus urged as he let Jemima lead the way.

They walked a little further into the room, only to be met by the captives suspended above the wall.

"Jemmy," Damien called out in an attempt to appeal to Jemima's inner conscience.

"Jemmy is dead, Father! You killed her thirteen years ago remember?" Jemima stated spitefully as her eyes became bloodshot with anger.

"What are you going to do to us, Jemima?" Diane asked, fear dripping from her stance as she stared at Jemima who was holding a knife.

"Oh, nothing! Don't be scared mother. We're just going to have a little fun and I'll save the best for last," Jemima uttered the last words and glared in Ava's direction. Beads of perspiration had formed on Ava's head and her fear was now prominent.

"I can now smell your fear and we are going to capitalize on that," Marcus announced, a sly grin appearing on the corners of his face.

"Shall we take turns brother?" Jemima inquired, causing Marcus to flash her a wink.

"How does it feel to be in a vulnerable position?" Jemima asked all forms of humor gone as she glared at all three of them with her grip tightened around the knife.

"Do you know the number of times I've had to seek treatment because of what you did to me, Damien? Do you know what I had to go through?" Jemima questioned as she stood up to him, her stance unwavering.

"Get me the guard outside Marcus," Jemima requested, causing Marcus to spring into action.

Soon after, Marcus returned with a guard.

"Undress them!" Jemima demanded, her gaze hardened as she watched the guard do her bidding.

"Leave!" She ordered as soon as they were done.

"I see you've gotten creative with your torture," Marcus commended, earning him a grunt from Jemima.

"You used this to defile me! Your daughter!" Jemima exclaimed as she grabbed Damien's manhood.

"Jemmy please!" Damien begged, causing Jemima to wince as a flash of memory crossed her mind.

"I begged too, remember? I pleaded and I pleaded! Did that stop you?" Jemima asked, her anger rising as she glared at him. In one swift moment, Jemima used the knife and cut off Damien's penis.

Blood splattered across as she cut into the fleshy organ. The wails of Ava and Diane served as a soothing backdrop of music.

"Make it stop Jemima! Please make it stop!" Damien pleaded, tears dripping from his eyes.

"I begged you to stop! I pleaded with you to stop but did that stop you?" Jemima yelled, her breath becoming heavier with each word.

"I am sorry!" Damien screamed as Jemima cut off his penis and dangled it in front of him. Blood splattered across her face and stained the wails while Diane and Ava whimpered in the corner.

"Now as for you Diane..." Jemima called out to her as she took menacing steps towards her.

"Please Jem, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me!" Diane pleaded fervently, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Jemima pleadingly.

"Yeah, I pleaded with you to not sell me off, didn't I? What did you do? Oh right, you sold me off!" Jemima accused, her eyes shimmering with mischief.

"Jem!" Marcus called out to her but she was so blinded by rage that she didn't realize it when she plunged a knife into her mother's cheeks. Jemima's eyes glazed over and the screams that came out of Diane only fuelled her rage.

Blood spewed out of Diane's mouth as Jemima pulled out the knife and swiftly sliced her lips with it.

"Jem!" Marcus called out to her again but his voice was drowned in between the screams of Ava and Diane. Damien was passing out from the excess blood that spewed out of him.


"Now, over to you Ava!" Jemima drawled out as she walked towards her sister, enjoying every bit of the torment she was putting them through.

"Jem please!" Ava pleaded, emotions welling up in her eyes but the dominant one being trepidation.

"This looks familiar, doesn't it? Ava please!" Jemima recollected, tears stinging the corner of her eyes as she glared at a whimpering Ava.

“A taste of your own medicine is what I’m going to give to you tonight and you know what, unlike you, I’d have the courage to watch! Bring them in!” Jemima yelled the last part in and as soon as she spoke, five men dressed in black were ushered in. Their faces were covered with masks and Ava stared at them, the fear in her eyes evident.

“Jem, please! Jemima, I’m sorry! Please forgive me! Please Jem! Marcus please!” Ava pleaded desperately, her heartbeat racing rapidly as she turned to Marcus, hoping to appeal to his conscience but Marcus was more concerned about Jem.

“Go ahead!” Jemima instructed and the men proceeded to take turns with Ava, defiling her in the process. Jemima watched on with tears streaming down her face.

Flashbacks of her ordeal came to the forefront of her memory, causing her to shut her eyes in an attempt to push the memory away.

“Daddy please!”

Jemima could see her 12-year-old self, crying and clawing for help. She began to hyperventilate as the memory became vivid.

“Jem!” Marcus rushed to her side, ignoring the commotion that was going on on the other side of the room.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Alan queried as he entered the red room. His expression morphed into one of shock as he rushed to Jemima’s side.

“How could you fucking let this happen?” Alan reprimanded Marcus as he dragged Jemima outside. Jemima was unconscious and was therefore unaware of her surroundings.
The wails of Ava becoming quieter with each stride they took further away from her.

Alan placed her by the water fountain and splashed some of its cool water on her face, causing her to gasp deeply as she opened her eyes.

“What happened?” Jemima inquired as she sat up, squinting her eyes to get a better view of Alan and Marcus.

“You passed out momentarily,” Marcus responded, concern etching the corners of his brows.

“What the fuck were you doing in there Jemima?” Alan inquired, his concern turning into rage at the brutality he had just witnessed. He could not comprehend that Jemima could be capable of such a heinous crime.

“They deserved it,” Jemima uttered defiantly as she stared at him.

“You went too far!”