CHAPTER 146: BREAKING POINT

Without remorse, Vivian pulled the duct tape off Beatrix’s mouth, allowing her to finally speak her piece during this Villainess Association General Assembly.

"ARGH! Painful..." Beatrix almost cried out from the sudden pain and looked at Vivian with red eyes and gnashed teeth. "You! How dare you do this to me? I’ll trample over you all! You think you will get away with this? I’ll make a curse so strong it will break your minds! What you did to dear Ian is unforgivable! Not only did you injure him, but you sent him right into that skank’s embrace. I could have healed him. I could have... AAAAH!"

Just as Beatrix exploded, Vivian pinched Beatrix’s thighs and twisted them without mercy, making Beatrix cry out in agony.

"You said you’re used to pain, right? Well, I am not, and I endured three nights’ worth of agony because of your obsessiveness with that motherfucker Ian."

"Don’t. Insult. Him!"

"Oh, yeah? I heard he completely insulted you, though?" Vivian said and moved her face closer to Beatrix’s. "Oh, he did tell you to apologize to that Matilda skank, right?"

"..."

Beatrix’s expression turned sour as she averted her face from Vivian, only for the latter to grab her by the chin and turn her face back forcefully.

Vivian immediately turned violent as she held Beatrix’s face, shut her mouth, and taped it once again, before completely sitting on Beatrix’s abdomen with all her weight as the latter struggled.

"Hey, that’s too much."

Edith seemed against whatever Vivian was doing, but the latter only cast a sharp glance at her, telling her to mind her own business. On the other hand, Isabella watched with interest.

Vivian held Beatrix’s face as the latter kept squirming and then started talking:

"You see, Beatrix, there is something that you need to learn, and I am going to spell it out for you." Vivian said and got closer to Beatrix again, then, with the meanest tone she could muster, added, "He’ll never look at you the same way he looks at her... ever."

"MMMMMM!"

Saying that alone was enough to ignite her madness all over again.

"It is time for you to see it, you stupid bitch. He doesn’t love you. All he needed from you was your petty little magic. You tortured yourself for him and tortured me along the way, but all you did was feed into his sick, fucking ego. You’d do anything for him like a stupid little lackey. He must have had a wet dream about how he’s making you do all manner of shit. I know the kind of filth that Ian is, and you can trust me on that one. He’s the lowest of the low."

Vivian’s voice kept rising as she laid it on the screaming and struggling Beatrix, one insult after the next. While Isabella was impressed, Edith was completely angered and averted her eyes.

"You cast your little curses on me just because he told you to. You tortured yourself, broke your own spirit, made yourself a cheap set of torturing tools while he was screwing around with that bitch Matilda. Did you imagine how they laughed behind your back while you were casting your curse on yourself so that it could harm me via that little blood you have? You know what? I got stronger over the past few days; my body was battered, but I became able to take more and more. As for you... You were just seen with pitiful eyes: the crazy bitch that can do anything for that fucker who doesn’t appreciate her."

"GGHRRRRRRRR! AHHHHHHRRRR!"

"Bleed your throat out for all I care. Those whom you loved didn’t care. Your fiancé, your brother, I doubt even your family cares at this point, you cheap piece of meat."

Beatrix’s body twisted and shook violently, her eyes reddened, and she started cursing all manner of curses at Vivian, but the duct tape kept it all sealed in like a volcano that can’t erupt no matter how badly it wants to.

"UM HUUT UUUU!"

"You hate me? I hate you just the same. But you know what? It is not even half as bad as it is with Ian. Yes, I know, he doesn’t hate you, but he doesn’t love you either. You see, he doesn’t feel anything special about you."

"UUUUAAAAM!"

"You’re just something he owns; you made that clear yourself for him. You handed him the collar, the leash, and told him, ’WHIP ME, DADDY!’"

"... UHH! UHHH! UAAAAAAH!"

"I am right? I know I am right. I know the kind of bitch you are. You’re okay with all manner of humiliation you receive. You’ll let them trample you all the same, and I know why, too: because you’re just afraid! You. Are. Afraid. Aren’t you, Beatrix? Look here, see that girl over there? Her name is Edith. Do you even know that the moment she saw her fiancé shirtless around that bitch Matilda, she completely broke off her engagement? Just like a snap! No humiliation, no crying, no pegging. That’s called having pride: a basic sense of self-love. But you, you’re simply a lonely little girl who’d take it all just because she’s afraid of being alone."

At this point, Beatrix could no longer scream. Her vocal chords were surely beyond redemption. She was broken through and through, unable to fight back.

"Do you even know who you are without your anger that you were coming to throw at me? Or is that the last thing keeping you from falling apart?" Vivian said as she got off Beatrix’s abdomen and sat beside her. "You’re nothing; your worth is fuck all, and no matter how big of a witch you grow to be, you’re just another fucking tool in the box, unloved and kept aside until needed. And when there is no use for you, you are discarded."

The five young ladies in the room all stayed silent while Beatrix started crying, jolting back and forth in Vivian’s bed, her body drenched in sweat, and tears flowing nonstop.