"You can't kill me. We both know that." Yang Yang said rather smugly, ignoring the sharp pain in her abdomen, and the banging ache in her head. She could not back down now just because of the pain, she had seen much of it, she was now used to the torture.
Ling Wei smiled. A twisted evil smile, her eyes twinkling in a devilish way.
"You really think I can not do that?. Wake up Yang Yang, I have the richest man in not just the city, but the whole of the country backing me. I could definitely kill you and go Scot free, not much difference from squashing a little fly. No one would question me or even notice."
Now she leaned towards Yang Yang, picking up a strand of her hair and twirling it playfully around her finger.
"But dear sister, I would not do that. Well, not yet. Not until i torture you to my fill."
She moved her fingers swiftly from her hair to her head, gripping her already badly injured hair.
Yang Yang bit her tongue to hold back a scream. She had seen even more painful tortures, she could handle this without backing down.
"Beg me. Beg me Yang and I'll reduce the pain." Ling Wei said with a little smile as she tightened her grip even more.
Yang Yang gritted her teeth. "Dream on."
"Dream?. You don't think this is a dream do you?. Right. I guess I'll have to do a little something to prove to you."
Ling Wei turned to the table besides them and picked up a candle. She turned to Yang Yang after lighting it up, tilting the candle to let it's hot wax drop on her bare skin.
She looked at Yang Yang trying her best to loose her hands from the ropes used to hold her down. She smirked again.
"Does it hurt big sister?" She asked trying to put up an innocent act. Yang Yang scoffed.
Ling Wei's phone beeped on the table, she turned to look at it.
Suddenly Yang Yang's dry high pitched laugh echoed through the room. Suprised, ling Wei turned to look at her.
Her face became distorted in horror as it dawned on her. She cursed under her breath as she inched backwards slowly. She had been tricked yet again my this little bitch.
Yang Yang sat domineering in the seat. Blood streaming out of her mouth and then dropping on her cloth as she laughed victoriously. In her hand she held the sharp knife that had been lying on the table.
"Yang Yang you can't..." Ling Wei began to speak but was cut off as she saw yang yang lunge towards her. Her eyes widened as she felt the sharp pain of the knife slicing into her body and through her hearth. What did yang yang just do?. Stabbed her?.
Just as her life began to slip away she heard noises of the door being broken. A figure she knew too well appeared.
'Hah', Yes Yang might kill her, but she would never go Scot free. With a smug smile, she turned to Yang Yang. More shock was written on her face.
Yang Yang also lay on the floor in a pool of her own blood with the very same knife buried in her chest. She smirked at her.
"We die together sister." Yang Yang said. "Retribution." She whispered, turning her face away as her eyes closed.