Chapter 147: Crazy Bitches
The five young ladies in the room all stayed silent while Beatrix started crying, jolting back and forth in Vivian’s bed, her body drenched in sweat, and tears flowing nonstop.
Isabella, with all her might, wasn’t even sure she could pull off such a mean one-on-one flawlessly. Edith was terrified, despite the respect she felt from Vivian when she mentioned her pride and self-esteem.
As for Esmeralda, she was crying deep in her heart, praying for someone to stop this madness, but unable to do a thing.
But as a minute passed and Beatrix was still crying, Vivian spoke again. However, there was no anger in her words, no mean words or tough act. Somehow, she sounded very calm and reasonable, as if the before was phase 1 and now it was phase 2.
"You’re not a victim, Beatrix. You’re just sloppy. Maybe it is not your fault, maybe you were not taught right, but goddamn, how sloppy you were! What exactly were you trying to prove by coming here? That you’re dangerous? You’re not. You’re just sad. You are not in control of anything, and coming here was a mistake through and through. I can just murder you and all your guards, make other people wear your clothes, drive out of town, stage an attack, and dump your corpses there, then come up with all manner of excuses for your visit. Simple as that. Even Edith and Isabella wouldn’t testify against me because they know you were just stupid."
No matter how Beatrix cried, raged, and cried again, Vivian wasn’t stopping. She was in the middle of phase 2, and she needed to deliver every word right.
"You see, Beatrix, you haven’t learned right. You let yourself love blindly, and your heart led you astray. I won’t blame you. I was in your place once, and I only had to die to know right from wrong. Luckily for everyone in this room, I am still here. I can tell you from a goddamn experience that your life isn’t something you should waste on fuckers like these who think they can play God with us. All they want is to fuck you, chew you in, and spit you out. If you don’t see that and keep offering yourself to them, you won’t live past 20, young lady."
She then cast one final glance at the exhausted Beatrix and spoke calmly:
"I really can’t believe you were paired together with Edith and me as some sort of Matilda’s rival villainesses or whatever. Edith could handle herself with grace; even I wasn’t that bad. But you... You’re a hot mess, young lady. You can’t handle a thing on your own. You just don’t have the knack for it. Honestly, I don’t think of you as a threat anymore. You’re just... pitiful."
And with those words, Vivian cut Beatrix loose. All the duct tape and rope were simply snapped when Vivian passed her sharp knife at them. The restraints that bound Beatrix through that emotional torture session were all let loose, and even her mouth patch was taken out gently by applying the right force at the right angle.
All Beatrix could do was to get up on her hands and knees, exhausted, unable to speak, and shaken as if she had just weathered a winter storm.
She breathed heavily, but with pain lingering through her throat from all the groaning and screaming. She couldn’t speak a word, and she was in an emotional mess, battered and beaten, but as she saw Vivian, something possessed her, and in a last effort of defiance, she rammed herself against Vivian.