107. Blood and Freedom

Lilith

My heart felt like it was pounding and would beat right out of my chest as pulled up to the warehouse. Rob had slipped up. He told me that the old warehouse was the one he told me growing up to never go into. Apparently, the place used to work with chemicals and was not a safe place to play. He no doubt chose it because if he had to, he would be able to cover his tracks and Bowies, body. The chemicals would explode, and fire would burn for days. It would cover whatever crimes were there. It was perfect for crimes.

I pulled out my hat I stashed in my bag, making sure all my hair was secure in it. I couldn’t risk having blood on my hair. No evidence. The gun would be tossed on the way home. I moved and put my gun in pants. It was as secure as it would be. I got out and took a deep breath. Rob was waiting right inside the building. He bent down and touched my belly. “Hey there little guys, I can’t wait to meet you.” Fucking hell. He stood and smiled at me. “You are doing the right thing by them. I know you wish you could raise them all together, but you would lose two of them. Lilith you will be a great mom.” I smiled at him. It was hard my emotions were spiraling out of control.

“Come on Bowie is this way; I got him secured you can do whatever you want. He deserves it after all he did to you, and I know you have been looking forward to this.” I nodded. My hand went to my back. “Are you okay?” He asked. There he was being all caring like he had been with me growing up. “Yeah, my back hurts, you know something that just comes along with triplets. It helps if I keep my hand on my lower back when I walk.” He gave me a sympathetic smile and walked leading the way. He started to say something, but I grabbed the gun and aimed right at his head. Please don’t fucking look back I said in my head. I pulled the trigger, and he turned I saw his face before he fell onto the floor, blood spilling from his head. I stared down him, my eyes burning with tears.

I didn’t have time to look at him when my phone rang. I took a breath, calm be calm. I saw it was Eric. “Hey, what is up?” I tried to remain calm. “What are you doing almost at your moms?” There were footsteps coming at me, it was echoing off the concrete walls. “Eric, I will call you back.” I heard someone yelling, I turned off the phone just in time to slip it in my pocket and hold my gun up ready to shoot. My eyes were now spilling out tears. I couldn’t control it, but it didn’t matter I had to protect myself, despite the fact I was reeling in emotional turmoil. I didn’t look at who it was I just shot killing them. I changed out the cartridge and reloaded bring the gun back up. I had to shoot more people. I expected this, I knew better than to trust Rob not to have some kind of backup. Even with me being pregnant and not seeing me as a threat he wanted to make sure he had someone just in case I tried something. He just didn’t expect I would use a gun. That was my wild card in this game.

Others came and I unloaded on them. I had to reload again, but no one else was left. It was ironic, Rob took me as a kid to shoot a gun just to have fun, and it was what I used to kill him. I knew there was no others, if there was, they had fled, and no longer had a leader to report to. I continued through the warehouse looking for Bowie. I finally found him. His eyes got large and though he was gagged I could see him smiling. He was happy to see me. He was out of his fucking mind. I set the gun down and looked around. Of course, Rob knew I would want torture and had a slew of instruments sitting on a table for me to use. I began circling Bowie. “Where to start?” I spoke.

I ungagged Bowie and kept circling I had a knife in my hand that I grabbed from the table. “Lilith you came for me.” I snarled. “You are right I did, I came for you, to kill you.” He responded. “No, you wouldn’t do that. I made sure you were alive when I captured you, I could have killed you, but I didn’t. Rob said you were evil, I told him you weren’t. You show mercy.” I shook my head. “Rob was wrong about most things, when it came to me. But he was not wrong when he told you I was evil, I may not be all the time, but in this room, in this building I am worse than the devil himself.” I hissed at Bowie. “I love you.” I let out a dark demonic laugh, it was almost like I felt possessed.

I sliced into his arm, and he screamed, and I smiled. “You hit me, tried to rape me, you almost killed me.” I cut him again and again with each of his crimes against me. “You stole me from my life, you caged me, you watched me suffer, and you jacked off to it, you filmed it, you let someone in my cage where he tried to make me blow him.” All cuts for his crimes. “Lilith, I knew you would hurt him. I never would have let him actually have you.” I screamed and dug the knife into his leg.

His eyes looked at my stomach. “You are pregnant.” He snarled and thrashed, and I slashed his cheek. “What are you picturing how we did it. How Eric, my mate, who I love fucked me. How I got on my knees and sucked his large cock.” Bowie screamed “Stop it, stop it, Lilith stop it just kill me.” I laughed. He hated this. I put his gag back in his mouth and squatted down so he could see my face. The knife in my hand slide along his leg cutting it open and I spoke. “Don’t you want to hear how he spread my legs wide and ate my pussy until I organized on his tongue. How the man I love was on top of me pounding me so hard that my body was on fire from pleasure. And when he had me on my hands and knees it felt like a religious experience.”

Bowie thrashed and if his metal chair was not bolted to the ground he would have fell over. “Did I hit a nerve.” I stabbed him in the leg. I smiled, looking into his eyes. There was not the faintest color of red. He was not at full power. I was going to make this painful. I looked up and saw the shackles that were hoisted. “How Lovely.” I said and reached up as I stood pulling the shackles and chains down. I had to unbind his wrists and did it carefully using the knife to slice into him in order to keep him controlled. I pulled his body and got him situated. He was hanging there like a cow in a butcher shop’s freezer. I held the knife and sliced around his stomach. I took off the gag just to hear him scream.

I moved and grabbed the flogger that had barbed wire tips. I struck his back with as much force as I could, and he screamed. “It is your turn to suffer.” I brought it down hard. “Should I tell you how I let him fuck my ass.” Bowie screamed and I brought the flogger down again. “How many times did you say you loved my ass.” the barbed wire tips had sliced through his clothes and skin. “He claimed it and I fucking loved it.” Again and again, I brought down the whip. “I love the boys I am carrying, all three of them. And you will never be able to hurt them, or me again.” I put the gag back in his mouth before I grabbed his face hard. Looking him in the eyes. “I fucking hate you!” I let go of him and let all the anger, spite and just down right hatred fill my whole body. I walked around him making the flogger come down again and again. Until he was a ripped-up body. It wasn’t enough. I picked up the knife again and began stabbing, in the stomach, neck and face.

I planned to let him live and die by fire, but he was dead, and probably had been for a while once I realized he was dead. I dropped the knife. I stood there looking at his ripped-up body for a long time. I felt no remorse at all. I didn’t know how to feel about that. I could have just shot him and be done with it. But I wanted to see him suffer. I wanted him to hurt. With Rob it was self-preservation for me and my family. There was a little of that with Bowie but with him it was more. I walked over to the table grabbing the rope that had been laid out. I left and set up a long line to one of the barrels I had seen coming in. When I opened it, I smelt chemicals.

I was sure it was flammable, probably would burn for days. I set up the rope so there would be a long fuse. I needed time to get out. I pulled out the lighter I had put in my bra. “Good riddance.” I said as I let my makeshift fuse. It ignited and I saw it slowly creeping up the rope. I walked away the way I came. As I walked to the exit, I didn’t glance at the shifters I killed, all but one. I stopped at Rob. I squatted down to look at his face, he had a bullet hole the center of his forehead. I don’t know why but I kissed his cheek then stood back up and walked out.

The ground shook and heat blasted behind me. I knew it would explode, there were a ton of barrels of whatever that shit was in there. I moved further from the building and stripped down tossing my clothes into the flames as well as my hat. I sighed walking to the truck where I quickly got dressed with the door open blocking anyone from seeing. I grabbed the baby wipes I had in my bag and started wiping my face and hands while I drove and the steering wheel. Making sure evidence was gone. I took a long breath. A relief flooded me. It was over. No more Bowie coming for me. No more Rob who wanted me and my children. It would be easy from here on out.

I would hang out with my mother, find out about her thought and try to understand her. I knew she was no threat to me. She was only a human. We would mend our relationship, as much as we could. I would have my sons and then meet my father. I would find out why he did what he did and then go on with my life and family. I would go on and be a good Luna and be at peace with Kali. I would love my sons, my mate, and my pack. That is what was my future held with no one threatening that. I was free.