Chapter fifty five

"Well, Camilla, that was easy. Wasn't it?" She smiled at me, and then at my mother.
I nodded in affirmation, in satisfaction, slightly jealous. "It was easy."
For a moment, we forgot about the drilling going on outside.
"Bang!" We had a push from the outside, and a wide hole was created on the wooden door that demarcated us from my mum's colleagues.
A man peered through the hole, head first and his blood splattered on the wooden ground. Brain juice gushed out, and we watched him collapse to the floor, my mum's mouth was cupped with both hands.
"Who is next?" Sandra called coldly. Whoever the man's accomplices were scurried away. Leaving Sandra with my mother and I, and my father lying unconscious on the bare ground.
I saw him move an arm, he wasn't dead yet. My mother saw it too, but Sandra didn't. I was going to call Sandra's attention to him but my mother hushed me.
I swallowed the bitterness and hatred, and did as my mother said. Sandra turned to face my mother and I.
"What do I do with you both?" She opened her gun, to check if it was still loaded and it was. She sighed, and nodded sadly, before speaking on. "You know my identity, and my story. You both know so much about me, letting you go is extremely risky. What do I do with you?"
"I don't know your story, Sandra. What really happened? How did you get here? I mean how did my father and those men you spoke of rape you? How did you exert revenge on them? How did you heal?"
Sandra seemed hesitant at first, but she was obviously itching to tell her story. And in a little while, she part her lips and let the cat out of the bag. "I don't owe you an explanation, neither is there any reason why I should tell you my story." She paused, glanced at my father as if to confirm that he was actually dead. After a few seconds of gazing hatefully at what we now assumed to be his corpse, she grinned in satisfaction. And then, she spoke on. "But about me healing? I never healed. The wound is fresh like it had happened yesterday. What I survived wasn't just torture, it was a typical example of BDSM. it went on for days. I was just fourteen."
My mum was already emotional, she found the story an extremely sad one. I did find the story sad, but my story wasn't any different. What I survived in the hands of my father for eighteen years could be likened to what she had gone through in the hands of those four men for those dreadful days she spoke of.
Sandra kept speaking. "He was the first one to go. I begged him until my voice lost it's melody but he had no pity on me." She was pointing to my father. "And yet he claims he was drunk. What kind of alcohol makes someone act like that?" She was struggling not to break down. "He was the one who took my virginity away. I was tied to the bed, and both hands tied to my waist. After he was done, his friends went next. I heard him say he was recently married, and had a pregnant wife. Yet, he ruined my entire life. So, I went ahead and acquired technical wizadry. It's been five years since the incident, and like I mentioned earlier, I haven't healed from it. I put in a lot of work and became the most feared gangster in the entire city. I started off on what you might call a revenge mission, and somehow, I made your father do everything he did. From raping you..." She pointed to me. "To divorcing you, and painting you black." She pointed at my mother.
"As some may say, I'm nothing but a bitter youngster." She seemed relieved, having said all that. "Now like I asked earlier, what do I do to the both of you?"
I had no answer to her question, so I entertained her with another question. "What about your parents? Why didn't they fight for you, it's unfair that you had to evolve into this, and to think you are just nineteen. I feel so bad that you had to go through any of that, but sadly, my own story is just like yours."
"My parents are long dead. I will provide no more information about myself. I have a bright future of crime ahead of me, many countries and cities are yet to be subdued by my gang and I. Job, Peter Mack and the rest of my gangs men doesn't even know what I really look like and they shouldn't. But you and your mother know my true identity. I can't let you both go, it's too risky on my own end. So I ask again, for the third time, Camilla. What do I do to the both of you?"
"Please don't kill us."My mother managed to say. She was still in a lot of shock. "My daughter and I would travel to a city that is very far from here and we swear, we wouldn't come in your way. I mean, you are strong and powerful. You have all the tech gadgets and you are almost impossible to beat. Even if we wanted to do something against you, we will not be able to."
Sandra wasn't satisfied. "I don't trust you both enough to let you go. I mean, you have always known my secret, and you my hideout, but you lived with it " She was speaking to my mother. Turning to me, she said. "But that one right there has so much potentials in her, I'm scared that someday, she'll rise into a great mafia gangster. And when she do, she might want to overthrow my gang. I am not taking any chances." The last thing on my mind was continuing a life of crime. But if Sandra thought I had potentials, who was I to say no to the call of destiny?