Nadya’s Nights: Road to Vengeance
Night Four: Revelations
Chapter Forty-Five: Eye For An Eye
by Indy McDaniel
Copyright © 2009 Indy McDaniel
Nadya sat inside the shop.
It hadn’t changed much in the three years since she’d been there. It was still dingy and poorly maintained. Given the fact that the owner was a real asshole, that didn’t surprise her much.
She was a fair bit different than the previous time she’d been there. No longer the malnourished girl she’d been, now her skinny arms had developed toned muscles. The greatest change had been to her eyes, though. Something dark lurked within them that hadn’t been there the last time she’d set foot inside the shop.
The man she’d come to see wasn’t currently there. That was fine with Nadya. She had nothing but time, which she was currently passing with a lit cigarette and a half-full bottle of vodka. The bottle had been full when she’d arrived and the ash tray on the table in front of her had been empty. The two had gradually begun to switch, the bottle slowly emptying and the tray filling.
She tapped some ash from the smoke before taking another drag off it. Her dark eyes remained locked on the front door of the shop. It was closed at the moment, the lights inside all off, leaving the place even dimmer than usual. The only light in the shop came from the glowing cherry of Nadya’s cigarette.
Soon the door would open. And Nadya would be ready for it.
The payback she was about to dish out had been a long time coming. After she’d been taken in by Vladimir Belikov, she’d used the extensive resources available to learn numerous forms of self-defense.
She hadn’t made it any secret that she intended to use the teachings for things other than just defense but Vlad and the teachers he’d hired didn’t much care. She’d taken to the training very well, to the amazement of everyone involved. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out what it was that Vlad did for a living, and once she had, she’d become interested in helping out.
Vlad had told her she didn’t have to work for him but it was something Nadya wanted to do. She owed him everything, even her life. So if killing people every once in a while was required, she had no problem with it.
Just as long as the first – or technically second if she counted Inga – person she killed was the motherfucker who’d raped her.
The piece of shit didn’t seem very bothered by what he’d done. He hadn’t even moved his shop. Nadya had watched him for a week before deciding it was time for some major fucking payback.
She’d waited for the shopkeeper to lock up and head off for some dinner or whatever it was he was going to get. Once he was gone, she snuck in and sat herself down at the table. She had a pretty good buzz going and her inner rage had grown into a nice boil.
Her body tensed as she heard the lock on the door and she readied herself to spring into action. The door opened and the fat fuck stumbled through. Nadya was about to launch herself over the table and wrestle him into the shop when she spotted the small form being dragged along behind the shopkeep.
Nadya’s heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened as the form of the young girl came into view.
She was young. Younger than Nadya had been the last time she’d been in the shop. Closer to the age she’d been when she’d left the orphanage. She was skinny and dirty and crying, trying to pull free of the larger man, but it was impossible for her to do.
The rage inside Nadya doubled and before she realized she was acting, the vodka bottle was in her hand and she’d jumped clear over the table in front of her.
The shopkeeper looked up just in time to have the bottle smash over the top of his head. Broken glass, vodka and blood showered down his face. He went stumbling. Nadya grabbed hold of the arm holding onto the little girl and snapped his wrist before pulling him forward and shoving him deeper into the shop, sending his fat form colliding with a table of moldy fruit.
Nadya took a moment to look back to the crying girl and knelt down, resting her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “He won’t hurt you, or anyone else, ever again.”
The girl sniffled and stared at Nadya with wide, blood-shot eyes. The expression on her face, Nadya could only equate it to what her face must have looked like when she’d found Vlad. She felt warmth in her chest that wasn’t caused by her anger or the vodka and she had to fight back tears for a moment.
“Now run. Run and hide. You’re much too young to see this.”
The girl nodded and broke free from Nadya’s hands, fleeing out the open door and back out onto the street. Nadya wasn’t sure what would happen to the girl. Even though she was taking care of one monster, there were still plenty left.
No time to worry about that now, she thought, hearing the shopkeeper lumbering towards her.
Nadya slammed the door closed and spun around, lifting a foot and slamming it into the man’s chest, knocking him backwards and making him wheeze for breath. The heart-warming feeling she’d had from looking at the girl was gone, replaced by twice as much anger as she’d felt before. She advanced on the man, her hands tightening into fists.
“You…” She punched the man across the face. “Fat…” She punched him with her other fist, knocking his head back the other way. “Fucking…” Another punch the other way. The man’s face was becoming progressively bloodier. “COCKSUCKER!”
She gave him a final punch, this one straight on, smashing his pudgy nose flat against his face and sending more blood squirting.
The man fell to the floor in a daze. Nadya stepped over him and sat down on his chest, slapping him clear-headed again, or at least as clear-headed as he could be. “Look at me.”
The man’s eyes continued to sway, unfocused. She slapped him across the face hard and grabbed hold of his chin, leaning down.
“FUCKING LOOK AT ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
The man’s eyes focused on her. And then they widened as he recognized the face. “You…”
It was barely a whisper, but Nadya heard it.
“Yea… me…” she said, a humorless smile forming on her face. “Take a good look, motherfucker. I’m the last fucking thing you’ll ever see.”
She took the lit cigarette from between her lips and brought it down, jabbing it into the man’s right eye. His large form began to buck wildly underneath her and the sizzling of the cherry touching against his eyeball was drowned out by the high-pitched screams coming from his throat.
Nadya brought the cigarette back and took a drag from it, lighting up the ember again and gripping the man’s face tighter.
His eyelids were squeezed closed tightly now and tears flowed out of them, clear from the undamaged eye, reddish from the one she’d just burnt.
“OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!”
The man shook his head, letting out pitiful sobs. Snot was leaking from his nose. Nadya slapped him across the face again and then backhanded him. When that didn’t work, she placed her hand along the side of his face, prying his eyelid open.
“NO!” he managed to scream before Nadya smashed the cigarette into his left eye. More sizzling and screaming filled the air and Nadya pushed the cigarette down hard, stubbing it out into his eye and then throwing the crushed butt away.
Moving off his writhing form, she yanked the man to his unsteady feet. She leaned in close, whispering into his ear. “That’s the best you’re gonna get from me, motherfucker. It’s all downhill from here.”
The man let out a hopeless whimper and as Nadya dragged him deeper into the shop, she noticed a dark patch forming at his crotch. She kicked open the door to the small storage room she’d become all too familiar with on her last visit and shoved him inside.
“Two seconds… I forgot something.”
Nadya turned and walked back over to the table, picking up the only other item that had been resting on it besides the bottle and ashtray.
A stainless steel meat mallet.
Lifting it up, she spun it in her hand a couple times before turning and heading back to the storage room. She found the man had crawled into the far corner of the room and was huddled up, whimpering and sobbing.
“You can’t hide from me, fucking pussy.” She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. “It’s just you and me now.”
“Please!” the man cried. “Please, I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!”
“You got that right, you fat fuck,” Nadya said as she approached him. She knelt down and grabbed hold of him by the legs, dragging him out of the corner. “How many?”
“W-what?” he stammered. His eyes were open again, although they were clearly blind now. The bloody tears were streaking down both cheeks now.
Nadya grabbed hold of his pants and yanked them down, exposing his meaty thigh and flaccid cock. He tried to push himself away, back into the corner where, for some reason, he seemed to think it was safe.
Nadya yanked him back towards her, eyeing the limp penis with hatred and gripping the meat mallet tighter.
“HOW MANY FUCKING GIRLS HAVE YOU STUCK YOUR FUCKING DICK IN, YOU RAPING FUCK?!” she screamed at him, raising the mallet and smashing it down against his genitals.
The man howled in agony as his testes burst under the blow. Nadya lifted the mallet and brought it down again.
And again.
The man’s screams were ear-splittingly loud. Under other circumstances, she’d have worried about someone calling the cops but Vlad had taken care of that for her. The patrolman in her area had a nice Christmas bonus this year, even if it was a few months early. Which meant Nadya didn’t have to worry about keeping the noise down.
This was a very good thing for her, but not so good for the shopkeeper.
When the man’s genitals resembled some form of roadkill, Nadya tossed the bloody mallet aside. The screams had stopped. He wasn’t dead, just unconscious. Nadya didn’t want him either way just yet. She stood up and fished out a vial of smelling salts from her pocket. Cracking it open, she waved it under the man’s nose.
He came to with a start, maybe thinking that everything he’d just experienced had been a horrible nightmare. The agony his body was in smashed that hope quickly and he began to make low, inhuman moans. Nadya imagined it was the sound of some fat animal in the process of dying.
Actually, she knew that’s exactly what it was.
“How many?” she asked again.
“Twelve…” the man said in one of his pitiful moans.
“Including me?”
The man nodded.
Nadya threw the vial of smelling salts away and stood, kicking the man in the side hard. She kept kicking him, feeling ribs snapping, then she turned away, breathing heavily.
“You… first…” the man croaked out.
Nadya’s eyes widened and she turned to look back at him.
She’d been the first?
Her anger began to shift onto herself. Eleven girls over three years. While she’d been training, he’d been raping.
Vlad had offered to send someone to take care of the shopkeeper when she’d told him what had happened. She’d declined the offer, wanting to get her revenge personally. Her personal vengeance had cost eleven girls. She’d thought she was a savior to the girl he’d been bringing to the shop, but she was just as guilty as he was for letting the others suffer.
No, not just as guilty, she thought.
“Piece of shit…” she muttered, turning and walking to where a wooden broom was set in one of the corners. She picked it up and turned back to the man, who was now silently weeping. Walking back to him, she kicked him over onto his stomach, seeing that he’d shit himself at some point. She brought the handle of the broomstick down and rammed it between his cheeks and up his ass.
The silent weeping turned into more screaming as she forced two feet of the broom up his ass. “TAKE IT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” she screamed at him, twisting the broom one way then the other, then slamming her foot down on it, snapping through the wood and leaving the splintered end jutting from his bloody, shit-smeared asshole.
Nadya dropped down onto his back, bringing the remainder of the broom around and under his neck, pulling back hard, starting to choke him.
“You’re getting off easy, you FUCK!” Her voice had risen into a scream at the last word without any real intention. The emotions flooding through her were going wild. It felt like she was filled almost to the point of bursting with anger and she had to release it in any way possible. “You better thank whatever fucking deity you worship that I’m not all-powerful, because if I were, you’d have a fucking eternity of this to look forward to!”
The only response the man could reply with were a series of gurgles as the wooden stick crushed his windpipe closed. Drool slid down his chin, his tongue protruding and his blind eyes bulging wildly. His arms and legs kicked and flopped against the floor, his body trying to cling to life as long as possible. The bloody end of the broom sticking out of his ass bobbed like a wagging tail.
Nadya gritted her teeth, gripping the wood firmly. Her face was one of pure rage and although her features were normally quite beautiful, at the moment, they more closely resembled some terrifying demon of vengeance.
Yanking back even harder on the broomstick, something in the shopkeeper’s neck snapped. His twitching body went limp, releasing a few more spasms before going totally still. Breathing heavily, Nadya slowly released her grip on the broomstick, letting it slide free from her trembling hands. The man’s head smacked down against the floor.
Nadya slid off the corpse and slowly rose to her feet. The trembling in her hands was spreading into the rest of her body. She looked down at the man’s body for a few moments then turned and rushed to the door, fumbling with the knob before throwing it open and rushing out of the room. She only made it a few feet before she doubled over and heaved, spewing the contents of her stomach out onto the floor.
Vodka and bits of partially digested food splattered onto the floor and Nadya’s legs went weak. She found herself dropping to her knees and vomiting again. And a third time, although by then it was mostly just dry heaving.
Then the tears came.
Falling onto her side, she slammed her fist against the floor and cried. She couldn’t say exactly why she was crying. The maelstrom of emotions inside her was too widely varied to make any sense. Her body shivered badly and she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out of her.
The man who’d raped her was dead. He wouldn’t torment anyone else.
She told herself she should be feeling great, and part of her did. She told herself that she had to get up and leave before someone eventually did come looking to see what all the noise had been, but she couldn’t get her body to work right. So she remained on the floor, crying and occasionally slamming her fist against the ground.
By the time Nadya managed to get herself under control, it was morning. She wasn’t sure how long exactly she’d been lying on the floor. At some point, she’d passed out. When she woke up, she felt better and got to her feet. She lit up a fresh cigarette and left the shop.
The morning air felt refreshing against her skin. It felt as if she’d shed a part of herself inside the shop and now she was a new being. Reformed into something else. Whether her new form was better or worse than the old one, she wasn’t sure, but she was sure that, either way, it felt good.
