The Mentor by Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli

Author:Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: serial killer, forensics, thriller suspense, revenge murder, flawed hero, female killer, crime scene investigation, psychological fiction, british crime, british thriller
Publisher: Anakina
Published: 2022-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

From Mina’s blog

This time, it was harder. When you pull a trigger, and the other person dies, it almost seems like a game. You deceive yourself that it’s so, to avoid thinking you’re taking a life. The second time, it’d been even fun. The hunt, the chase. But Ridley’s death took a long time, too long. All that blood coming out, pumped by his heart that persisted in beating.

At first, he hadn’t understood what was happening. He believed he was being robbed. He stayed calm. He’d told me to take whatever I wanted. He didn’t think I could be something other than a simple thief. He hadn’t realised I was there for him.

It was after I tied him to the chair that he started to be scared. I could almost smell his fear. Then he saw the blade and heard my name, and he understood what was in store for him. He wasn’t coming out of this alive, not after he knew my identity. But it wouldn’t be over for a long time yet.

His calm vanished in an instant. The monster had turned into a whining child. He didn’t have even an ounce of the dignity my father had shown in the same situation. He would have sold his own children in the blink of an eye to save himself, if he’d had any. He implored me, even though he knew it was no use.

He passed out with every amputation. I shook him back awake so that he would witness the next one.

By the time I was done with his hands, he’d become prey to hysteria. He kept screaming like he was possessed, even though I yelled at him to stop, otherwise I would make it last even longer. But he wasn’t listening to me anymore. So I grabbed one of the logs stacked against the wall and I started hitting him in the head. A bright red stained the floor, the walls, my clothes. I felt the viscous liquid squirt onto my face. He begged me to kill him once for all, but I kept going, over and over again, until all my strength failed me. He was motionless, but his blood kept pouring, along with brain matter.

All at once, his entire body was seized by convulsions.

‘Stop it! Stop it!’ I shouted at him as if he could hear me, as if he could obey me.

A powerful nausea grabbed my stomach; I was afraid I could vomit any moment. So I pulled out the gun, and I shot. And everything stopped.

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