♟️three | Aella

♟️End of the Beginning by Djo

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His glare turned to me and I flinched, "What did he do, Cinderella?"

I clenched my jaw, "He... followed me," I felt my entire body shaking, my lips trembling, "and I tried... I tried to run, but he got to me more than once and... and... I tried to get to the... the cabin, to get something to knock... knock him out with, when he... he grabbed me and..." I felt like dying, "and assaulted me... I... I panicked... I... Tristan, I... I..."

"Then he deserved to die," he hissed, "and to have his cock crushed," he added and came to me, but when he offered me his hand I couldn't help but to recoil and he paused. "Can you get up?"

"I... I can't leave his body here, Tristan, or,"

"We won't," he said coldly, then he softly took the bloodied rock out of my hand, then he threw it with all his strength on what was left of Christian's skull.

"Tristan," I yelped horrified.

"No coming back now, Cinderella," he scoffed, "you've killed him, that can't he undone." When his eyes met mine, there was a maniac glow in them, "But since he died in my property, I'll help getting rid of him, it won't be my first time."

The idea of him having gotten rid of a body before made dread spread down my spine, but at same time, it made me sickeningly relieved. "How... how are we going to do that?" I did this, I gotta deal with it.

He grinned viciously, "Get up, got to the cabin, and turn the industrial wood crusher on," my eyes nearly popped out of my face. "We have to crush his body to bits, then we'll throw the remains on the lake so the piranhas will feed on it, and then, we'll set fire on his clothes and everything he's leaving behind that the piranhas won't eat. I'll crush his phone and his watch, to avoid them from being tracked, and then we'll get his car and drive off a cliff to play it like an accident."

What the hell? "Why don't we... bury,"

"And let the police try barging in here and finding his body with both our digitals in it?" He mocked as if I was insane. "You are softer than I believed, Cinderella. The twins definitely know that Christian was here, but what will they do about it? If we play it right, they won't be able to trace it down to us, even if the twins know it was out doing. Christian has been a burden to both his parents and step-parents, a scandalous disappointment, the ones who will care about his death are the twins."

"You speak as if you had killed him too, but I... it was I who did it," I clenched my jaw.

But instead of mocking me, Tristan grabbed me on a firm chokehold, forcing me to be on my feet and then on the tip of my toes, making me meet his stone cold glare, and I cursed having been found in this vulnerable state by him. He may be less of a psychopath than Christian is, but it doesn't lessen the fact that he's a monster. Tristan is vile, cold blooded, and a different kind of psychopath, because he isn't a pervert like Christian, he's just fucking evil.

"Only I can destroy and break you, Aella Wells Diamantini, when you get traumatized and hurt, it's only I who can cause that, your misery is mine to claim, only mine. You are my demon to exorcise, no one else's. Who ever tries to harm you, will deal with me, and if anyone learns that you killed Christian because he tried to rape you, right on my doorstep, my law will be defied. So, for all that will matter, we killed him together. For as long as you are your mother's daughter, and for as long as she's married to my father, you are one of us, willingly or not, so, get that on your head."

Hah, I wish I had killed him instead.

"I am not scared of you, Tristan," I hissed.

He tightened his grip on my neck, his grin turning psychotically, a grin I'm far too damn used to seeing, "You feared a crab but not the shark?"

I swallowed, "The stakes are different."

"Yeah?" His eyes darkened, "Why is that?"

"You never tried to rape me," I spit, teeth clenched, trauma still fresh. "I never feared Christian, I feared what he could do to me in these woods, alone. He was almost twice my size, stronger, and he nearly managed to rape me, that's what I was scared of. Just like any woman would in my situation. I didn't kill him because I'm a heartless and cold-blooded psychopath like you, Tristan de Vere Beauclerk, I killed him, because he threatened to take something away from me that did not belong to him."

His pupils widened and his nostrils flared, "You're a virgin," it was a statement, not a question, and I said nothing. "Did he touch you?" His question was a hiss, "Or did you hit him as soon as he nearly stripped you bloody naked?"

I felt nauseous, "You better not be suggesting,"

"Did, he, touch, you?" His eyes burned so dark it felt like his iris were expanding too, like a demon would, which would definitely make sense. "Aella," he clenched his jaw so hard that familiar vein popped on his forehead, "did, he, touch, you?"

"Yes," I barked, angry with the cornering.

Tristan closed his eyes for a second, when he opened them, his pale skin was redder with anger, "Bloody fuck me damned," and when he clenched his teeth this time, I thought they were going to break. "Did he,"

I knew what he was going to ask before he did, it was easy to guess, and it made me even more nauseous, "I hit him before he could assault me with anything but his disgusting fingers," I muttered under my breath, still on his chokehold, struggling to stay up on my toes without holding onto him for balance. "He didn't rape me, if that's what you want to know."

"What the hell was he doing in here?"

"He was after you," I mumbled, uncomfortable. "He expected you to leave the villa, not me. When he... when he began to follow me, I thought it was you, but his... I... it wasn't you, and when I saw him, I panicked, he said some shit and I ran."

Releasing my neck and pushing me away, he took a step back and began to kick Christian's corpse's ribs, cursing him under his breath, though it all sounded like beastly growls to me.

"Tristan," I growled, "stop. Stop," I tried to snap him out of it. "Tristan, fuck, stop it, he's dead already," I yelled, exasperated, grabbing him by his right biceps and yanking him away from the bastard. "Do you not know when to stop?" I hissed. "It's enough for one fucking night, can't you calm the fuck down at all? Because if you keep having an anger fit against a damned corpse, I'll throw you to the piranhas."