My Sweet Valentine by Dairenna VonRavenstone Read Free Book Online Page A

Russell and I did this because I love you,” the man said with a
light chuckle and shifted to kiss her cheek.
    Memories
flooded back over her. He was the stalker from high school. His
glaring looks as Greg protected her year after year. The shouts of
her ex boyfriends when they found Russell trailing behind them on
their dates. She coughed and tried to turn away again but only
managed to turn her head.
    Bile poured out
of her mouth as she winced in pain from the stitches. The only good
thing about this was that she was in fact left handed. If she
remembered correctly, so was he. Amber saw with some absurd
lucidity that her right arm was lying along beside her. She almost
laughed but the smile turned into a sneer as she picked up the arm
and slammed it into Russell’s face.
    He yelped at
her and tried to grab her own severed arm away from her but she was
driven by an animal passion that caused her to keep bringing the
limb down on him over and over again. Russell took the blows but
did not pass out. Amber realized the arm was not sturdy enough to
do the job and gave him a final whack across the eyes before
turning away from him the best she could.
    “ Better
now? I hope so, you are wearing my necklace after all,” Russell
muttered after a moment.
    “ What do
you mean?” Amber questioned without turning.
    “ The
roses, the chocolates, the bear, the necklace, they were all from
me. You’re my sweet Valentine,” Russell’s words poured over her
like molasses.
    A glint of
silver caught her attention and Amber noticed the knife he had
likely used to kill Greg sitting in her immediate vicinity. It was
still clutched in his left hand, attached to the arm he had severed
to join them. She noted another large knife a few feet away but
dismissed it. Amber’s left hand skittered along the floor as he was
still talking and she grabbed the deadened left hand of
Russell.
    Peeling back
the fingers one handed was frustrating but Amber knew just where to
apply pressure to get the knife to release. It did not clatter to
the floor and it merely slid out of the now loosened grip of the
dead hand. Amber’s lips pulled back into a snarl. She howled in
fury as she turned with the knife in her hand.
    Russell yelled
at her to stop but she brought it down hard into his eye. She was
not sure which eye it was but she did not care because she yanked
the knife out and slammed it into his other eye. His right hand
came up to grab her wrist and she slashed at it, the flesh oddly
malleable under the blade.
    Blood poured
from the gash on his wrist and she pushed the knife through the
center of his right palm before jerking it free again and slamming
it into his forehead. He shuddered a few times and his right arm
fell weakly to one side. She did not noticed as she was too busy
pulling the knife from his forehead and pushing it into his throat
with a cry of rage.
    The knife
separated flesh again and she tugged it free as blood sprayed her
in the face weakly. She made no notice to this and pounded the
knife through his sternum before pulling it free again and cutting
into his stomach four times.
    With heaving
breaths, she stilled with the knife still embedded in his stomach.
Amber gulped a few times to curb the light-headedness threatening
to knock her unconscious. She did not want to die of blood loss
attached to the man who killed the love of her life. With that in
mind, Amber pulled free the knife for the last time and used it to
tug out the stitches.
    Her body failed
her a few times and forced her to pass into unconsciousness but
each time she woke with a greater determination and larger anger to
hack away at the thick black stitches at her side. When the final
one snapped free she lay there for a moment, covered in blood and
sweat with her breath coming out in short gasps.
    She flung the
knife away and heard it clatter against the wall somewhere to her
right. She could feel the blood leaking from her wounds but paid
them no attention. Instead, she