ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 171: Crazed

Chapter 170:

KATYA POV

I clutched the shredded fabric of the sundress to my chest, the jagged edges of the silk catching on my trembling fingers.

This was the dress Nonna had smiled at. The one she said made me look like "a girl who deserved the sun."

Now, it was just strips of cloth, murdered by a pair of scissors and thrown onto the floor like a dead thing.

"Stop it," Gina snapped, her voice coming from somewhere above me. "You’re getting blood on the carpet. Do you have any idea what it costs to clean this floor?"

I didn’t answer, blindly staring into the room—my room. Or at least, it had been mine an hour ago.

The bed was stripped. The familiar scent of the lavender sachets I’d tucked under the pillows was gone, replaced by the suffocating, artificial stench of Marina’s lilies.

The little glass bird Nonna had given me was nowhere to be seen. It was as if I had never existed here.

The silence of my grief was shattered by a sudden, violent jerk. Before I could even blink, Gina’s hand fisted into my hair, her knuckles scraping against my scalp as she hauled me upward.

I didn’t even have time to gasp before she slammed the back of my head against the cold, hard marble of the hallway wall.

Thud. The world shattered as a blinding flash of white light exploded behind my eyes, followed by a sickening, hollow ringing that drowned out the sound of my own heartbeat.

My vision went blurry, "Are you deaf?" Gina’s voice was a distorted screech, vibrating through my skull.

"I said move! Do you think we have all day to watch you pet these rags? Look at me!" I couldn’t look. I couldn’t even breathe. I felt a strange, creeping warmth spreading through the hair at the base of my skull.

It was a wetness that began to trickle down my neck, mixing with the sweat and the blood already soaking my back.

I was falling apart. Literally. My hands were still clutching the shredded sundress, trembling as I looked down at it.

A heavy, dark droplet of blood fell from my chin, landing right in the center of the yellow floral fabric.

"No... no, no, no," I whimpered, the sound barely a breath. My fingers scrambled at the cloth, trying to rub the stain away, but I only succeeded in smearing the red deeper into the silk.

It was the last thing I had. The last piece of "Katya" that wasn’t a slave. And I was staining it with my own destruction.

Gina’s hand tightened, her nails digging into my scalp as she forced my chin up, making me meet her eyes.

Her face was twisted into a mask of pure, ugly spite, the look of a woman who had finally been given permission to be a monster.

"I said get to work," she hissed, her face inches from mine. "The Donna is with her husband and they are about to get here. If I have to drag you by your hair across this threshold, I will. Do you understand me, shadow?"

I looked past her, my eyes landing on the open door of the room. The "Donna" was coming. With her "husband." words didn’t hurt anymore.

They didn’t sting. Instead, they acted like a cold, heavy key turning in a lock I hadn’t known existed inside my chest.

Something in my brain didn’t just break; it detonated. The high-pitched ringing in my ears suddenly shifted, morphing into a pulsing chant that drowned out everything else.

Die. Die. Die The fog in my vision cleared, replaced by a terrifying, sharp-edged tunnel vision. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

I never thought I will hate anyone more than my father or Romeo but Gina? Oh she took the top. I stopped trying to save the dress.

I stopped feeling the fire in my back. I stopped being Katya. My hand shot out, moving with a speed that defied my broken state. I didn’t reach for the floor; I reached for the heavy, ornate porcelain vase on the pedestal beside the door.

My fingers curled around the rim, and with a guttural scream that sounded like a wounded animal, I yanked it down.

The crash was deafening. The vase shattered against the marble, spraying white shrapnel and stale water across the hallway.

Gina shrieked, her grip on my hair vanishing as she recoiled, her hands flying up to protect her face. "You crazy bitch!" she yelled, her voice trembling for the first time.

I didn’t wait. I didn’t think. I was already on the floor, my knees slamming into the shards, my palms pressing into the jagged remains. I didn’t feel the glass slicing into my skin.

I didn’t care about the blood. I fisted the largest piece I could find—a curved, wicked sliver of porcelain that looked like a fang.

Die . Die. Die.

I lunged, launching myself from my knees like a predator. I slammed into Gina’s midsection, the force of my momentum catching her completely off guard.

We hit the opposite wall with a sickening thud.

She tried to scream, but I was already on top of her.

My hand, the one holding the shard, was a blur. I wasn’t aiming for a warning. I wasn’t aiming to scare her.

I was aiming for the throat that had breathed those words. I was aiming for the eyes that had looked at me with such disgusting joy.

"Katya, stop!" Gina gasped, her hands frantically grasping at my wrists, trying to keep the porcelain edge away from her neck.

Her disgusting face was pale, her eyes wide with a pure, unadulterated terror. She finally saw it.

She saw that there was no one left to plead with. The "shadow" was gone. I bared my teeth, a spray of my own blood from my head-wound hitting her cheek.

I didn’t see a person. I saw a target. I saw the reason the sun had gone out. My weight pressed her into the wall, my fingers digging into her shoulders as I brought the shard closer, the sharp point nicking the skin of her collarbone.

I wanted to see the red. I wanted to feel her life end the way she had ended mine. "Die," I hissed, the word a jagged, wet sound. "Just die." I stabbed her shoulder, missing my target.

She let out a scream, making me laugh. The sound of footsteps echoed from the end of the hall.

The elevator dinged.

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Well well well, our Katya has gone crazy ◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗