FURY

He let the gun clatter to the floor, picked up his shirt, and started to button up Cassandra was sobbing silently now. She watched him as his back was to hers, thinking of any possible way to hurt him again, she started to remove her finger from the rope he used to bind her, while her eyes darted from one corner of the room to the other. She would make sure she killed him first, then she would kill herself.

There was nothing in the room except for the revolver now on the floor and the only bullet in it had been discharged. It has shaken her out of her mind that if Dimitra didn't come in when she did, her brain would have been spilled over the wall behind her. She finally released her hand from the rope and still kept it there, watching Eros as he dressed up.

He turned to look at her and she lowered her gaze. Not because she was scared of him, but because she was scared that what she had in mind would show in her eyes.

"I am not done with you," Eros said and turned to leave.

Neither am I, son-of-a-bitch. She thought and lunged up from the seat and onto his back, holding his neck with the rope, trying to strangle him. But Eros was stronger. He was surprised at first and was taken unawares, but he recovered quickly and flipped her over his head, making her land on the ground on her back.

He kicked her face and blood spluttered out of her mouth as she cried out in pain. He was in a fit of rage now and she was certain he was going to kill her this time.

Her mind became divided once again. One part of her blamed her for taking such a reckless action while the other part egged her on. She did what she had to do, only that she didn't succeed. At least, before she dies, she would make sure Eros Castillo feels the hatred radiating from her.

More kicks followed and they landed on her stomach. He kicked her until her eyes were covered in blood. Her cries didn't soften his heart, he kicked her to his satisfaction then grabbed her hair and yanked her up from the ground. He held her in place so that her face was looking at his. Her lips were broken and her left eye has a shiner around it. Her pupils couldn't even concentrate on her anymore.

"You dare lay your hand on me again." He growled more than he spoke.

She could see the rage in his eyes, she could feel him boiling.

"I will make sure I end you and I will end everyone that is associated with you."

She knew he wasn't bluffing. He was capable of doing whatever he says and the innocent people associated with her didn't deserve to die because of her. Lucia has done nothing wrong to deserve death, and Apollo and his family have done nothing wrong to deserve death.

He shoved her to the wall, circled his hand around her neck, pinning her to the wall, as well as choking the life out of her. Now, her softer and rational part was winning. Why had she done such a stupid thing? What has she done?

Eros' eyes were dark with fury and there was no emotion in them. Breath was leaving her quickly and all she did was scratch his hand, but it was not bulging. It was as if a different spirit has taken over him.

"Ple...please... Plea..." she spluttered. She wasn't going to let him eliminate others because of her.

It was just like ice water was poured on him, his hand loosen around her neck and he slowly removed it from her neck, his eyes softened, but the frown was still on his face. She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, holding her neck and coughing out blood.

He took a few steps away from her and left her there on the floor, crunched up. He quickly left the room and she heard the click of the door.

He locked her up, he was not done with her.



The policia have left when Eros got down to the large living room and his friends and Dimitra sat there instead. All discussion ceased when they saw him. He stared at each of them without saying anything, he was still fuming.

Javier spoke up. "The policia left, I answered all they wanted to know."

"Good," Eros growled and made for the kitchen.

The others exchange curious glances, Javier and Carlos stood and followed him to the kitchen, motioning Dimitra not to follow. Dimitra knew better than to go near Eros when he was like that, she picked up her purse and left. Carlos will fill her in later in bed.

Cassandra's blood was smeared on his hand, he took a bottle of scotch and poured it into a glass while his friends stood by the far end of the kitchen watching him.
He took a sip from the wine and suddenly hauled the glass across the kitchen. It hit the wall and shattered, he let out a gruff growl.

"Don't tell me you killed that girl," Javier said and moved closer.

"I should have just strangled the life out of her from the very first day. Why can't I just kill that bitch?" Eros said through gritted teeth.

"Why are you letting her work you up like this?" Carlos asked.

"Maybe you should just let her be for a while. You are stubborn, she is stubborn and it won't get you anywhere," Javier said and sat on a stool in the kitchen.

Eros shot him a death look. "You don't dare say that ever again."

"Yes, boss."

"She is my slave, I own her and I will do whatever I want with her. She will bend to me."

"Maybe you are doing it the wrong way, have you considered that?" Javier asked, walked over to the counter, and took out three glasses.

Eros stared curiously at him, waiting for him to continue. Javier took his time and poured scotch into the three glasses, pushed one toward Eros, and raised the other inviting Carlos who was still standing by the corner to join them.

"You know I am fucking waiting for your opinion," Eros's impatient voice urged.

"You can't get her by starving or torturing her to open her legs for you. There are other ways you can get her in bed with you and it must not be through violence. You can try showing her you love her..."

"Fuck it," Carlos cut in. "Or you can fuck another bitch right in front of her, make that woman scream your name, and see if she wouldn't want to jump into bed with you."

Javier dropped his glass and stared at Carlos. "You are not being serious, are you?"

Carlos downed his drink. "Of course, I'm fucking serious. No woman has ever made Eros sweat like this. But she is a common slave and you don't need to fuck her before you kill her, there is nothing special about it anyway. Dude, women are littered around you, left, right and center. Why her? "

Eros shot him a look that suggested he was talking too much and thus overstepping his boundaries. Carlos hitched his shoulders and muttered that he was just trying to help. Eros took the glass in front of him and put it to his lips, his face appeared thoughtful and silence settled in between them again before Javier broke it.

"You are not thinking about what Carlos said are you?" Javier asked peering at his face.

"What does he have to lose? It's not like he has anything to do with the girl. She is becoming too much of a hard nut to crack anyway."

Eros downed his drink still saying nothing. Javier stared at him.

"What are you going to do? Look, man, can I tell you something?"

Eros shifted on his seat and nodded.

Javier pushed closer. "I think you are beginning to develop feelings for that girl, anything you do know would affect your relationship with her."

Eros shot him a sharp look that would have shot through his heart and stick out of his back if it was a spear. He quickly raised his hands, indicating for Eros to hear him out first. Eros let out a low glottal hum and looked away from him.

"Think about it, you always spare her, and not being able to have her frustrates you a lot..."

"That's because I want her to be reduced to nothing!" Eros barked and banged his fists on the table, making Javier flinch. "We are not having this discussion anymore and you won't tell me how to treat my slave. You get it?"

"Yes, boss."

"I have made up my mind and she will play according to my rules or else, I will torture her until she begs for death." Eros gulped down his drink and dropped the glass on the table with so much force that the other men feared it would break. He strolled out of the kitchen, leaving the other men staring after him.

When he left, Javier turned to Carlos and glared at him. The other man corked an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

"You know Eros is getting worse by the day and all he needs now is to heal."

"I was just trying to help."

"You are not helping, you are making matters worse. And be careful, he suspects you and Dimitra, she should stop going over to your house." Javier stood up and left.

Carlos stared at him with wide eyes and dropped his jaw.