The Tormentor
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#NircleStories🩸THE TORMENTOR🩸
( Blêed•For•Me, Ixora )
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Copyright © 2025 by Naomi Cindy B.
Book 1 in the Mindfûck Trilogy
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CHAPTER 25&26
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Ixora didn't know about her fear for jail till now.
Maybe she was lying to herself when she told Warren to throw her in jail for three years for his revenge.
Right now as she stared at Anastasia's body on the ground, she just knew it was all bluffs.
Her mind did a spin, and she had a tour around the prison yard in her head which made her shudder, taking another step back.
"There are only two ways to go about this" Ashton said.
"One, we take this body to the cops and hand you over. Of course your parents money will save you from jail, but you'll have to live with the stigma of being recognized as a murderer forever, just like War" Konstantin elaborated.
"Two, we bury this body right now, and your secret stays with us" Capri finished.
Warren slipped his arm on Ixora's shoulder just like back then in school, and she swallowed, her ears making funny noises as she weighted the two options in her mind.
"I don't know why you're here, I don't know how you located this place, and I don't wanna know too, but I badly wanna ear what you have to say" he whispered, placing his lips directly on the shell of her ear.
"Will you have her buried and remain your parents little princess? Or journey to the cops and have murderer clipped to your name?" He whispered, his fresh breaths heating up her ear.
Ixora gulped again, her breaths coming out dragged as she stared at the body on the floor again.
"You've got three seconds to decide, or I make the decision myself" Warren muttered in her ear again.
"One" he began the count, and she pinched her own thigh.
"Two" he whispered, his lips tight.
Ixora felt her lips shaking, and when he was about to finish the count, she found herself speaking up.
"Bury...her"
"Good girl" he replied, the breaths in his voice doubling.
"You're fucked up too, you're only hiding cos there's no one to dig out that side of you." He whispered again, and she gave her thigh another pinch.
"Admit it, you feel good after seeing her blood on the ground, there's a sick thrill inside of you when you were slamming her head on that wall" he whispered, his voice devilish and dark.
"No...no that's not true" she shook her head, looking up at his face.
"I'm in the margin of the people you can't fool, little lair. You're just like me, you're sick in the brain" he muttered.
"No I'm not!" She pushed him off.
"I'm not sick in the brain" she muttered as tears nearly flushed out of her eyes.
She just killed a person, she just fuckin killed.
No, this is not the same daughter Stonia and Rafael brought up.
Where did it go wrong?
What's this thrill in the pit of her stomach?
She was gasping as she stood still like she was thrown in hell.
Warren watched her with a different shade in his eyes, and his smirk sharpened as he signalled to the guys.
Konstantin went upstairs and came back with a body bag like a criminal that he is.
Together with Capri, they tucked Anastasia's body into the bag, and Warren carried the body into the car outside, throwing it in the trunk.
All the remaining girls came outside, most of them forgetting to wear their undies cos of the density of this matter.
Warren brought his favorite knife out of his pocket, brandishing it in front of them as the compound lights finally came on.
The ladies shifted back, clustering in a corner breathlessly.
"What you saw here tonight never happened, Anastasia's death never happened" he said, raising his lashes sharply at them.
"We...we understand!" They stammered, and he nodded.
"If it gets out in the slightest, I'll hunt y'all down, plus your families. Y'all submitted your info with the cleanness test results before Ashton invited you, right? So you should know it'd be a piece of cake"
"I swear with my life, no one is gonna know" the last one said.
"Out" Warren ordered, and all nine of them rushed out of the black gate.
Warren faced Ixora whose fingers are interwoven together, and she gulped.
"Get in the car, you should watch how to dispose a corpse, I have a feeling it's only just the start" he said, and she slowly got into the car, picking nervously at her nails.
"I'll stay back and clean the mess" Ashton said.
Konstantin and Capri got in the car with them, and Warren drove out of the compound.
Ashton threw a glance at the driveway before going back inside.
At the end of the driveway, Serena knelt secretly, holding her phone up.
She actually sneaked in after Ixora earlier, and she had hidden in the driveway since then.
She filmed everything from the beginning to the end.
Her eyes were still wide as she stood to her feet, sliding out of the driveway and slipping out of the compound.
She was looking back to make sure no one is following her as she walked far from the hideaway, then she dialled Kelsey's line.
"What's up babe?" Kelsey's loud voice came.
"You won't believe what I just got my hands on! Damn!" Serena gushed.
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Warren drove the car to the deep woods of obsidian island, and as the trees raced past their car windows, Ixora was freezing inside.
Despite the hoodie top she's wearing, she's still feeling so cold and sick.
"Swears, i didn't mean to kill her, it was a mistake" she muttered.
"No one wants to listen to your bullshit, how about you keep quiet" Konstantin replied icily.
"Calm your balls" Capri replied.
Warren stayed silent, but his eyes are completely on her through the front mirror.
He's driving and looking at her at the same time, and it seems the smirk ain't leaving his face anytime soon cos it's still intact.
He stopped the car in a mushy area covered with moss.
It's the same place they took her to when they kidnapped her in the pool the other time.
They all came out of the car, and Warren dragged Ixora to the trunk and opened it.
"Carry the body, and follow me" Warren dryly said, and her breath caught in her throat.
"No one is doing shit for you, so carry it" Konstantin said.
With shaky hands, Ixora carried Anastasia's body, mounting it on her shoulder.
The car headlights served as perfect illumination.
She was breathing heavily as the metallic smell of Anastasia's blood hit her nose repeatedly.
It felt like she's carrying her sins as she followed Warren behind, and she almost fell a lotta times.
Warren led her to the slippery part of the mush, and at the downside of it, there's a small green river.
Ixora threw the body inside, and as it sank, tears rushed out of her eyes which she quickly cleaned.
"I'll ease your guilt a bit" Warren said, and she faced him.
"She's not innocent, apart from being an escort, she once worked for child traffickers, and she orchestrated the kidnap of over twenty children." He said.
"The fact that she's bad doesn't mean I have the right to kill her" she replied.
"But the fact that Evelyn said I killed was enough to make you give the testimony three years ago" he said, his eyes freezing, and she immediately snapped out of her self-loathe.
"Warren i—"
"No names! Do not call my name! I hate when it comes out of your mouth so drop it, or I'll kill you and drown your body in this river too" he glared darkly, and she nodded fast.
"I'll just call you W then" she said.
He didn't reply before walking up the mash. He sensed a strange move behind the green shrubs to his right, and he took a look.
He saw the person's boot, and he pretended not to, till he finally got back to the top.
Ixora followed him quickly, and they all got back in the car.
The drive out of the woods was quiet in the car with everyone of them, and Warren dropped her at the entrance of Beverly Hills after fifteen minutes.
Ixora covered her head with her hoodie as she walked her way back to her mother's mansion.
Her feet even felt too heavy to carry, and she was barely able to arrive at home.
She entered her room and peeled her clothes off, entering the bathroom nakedly and opening the shower on herself.
As the water curled and trickled down her body, she could feel it...
The shift in her system.
Things won't remain the same from now on.
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[A Week Later, Tennessee]
Since it's Saturday and the professors didn't schedule any weekend class, Ashton travelled to Tennessee.
Apart from Konstantin whose family is in Russia, Ashton is the second person whose family isn't based in California too.
His family stays in the rich part of Tennessee, and he only goes home whenever there's a need for it.
This time, he came home for Bronx.
After the stadium incident a week ago, Bronx flew out of California and came to Tennessee, so he's sure he's gonna meet him here.
Ashton could already perceive the smell of pains and the scent of blood.
It's always hanging in the air in this house since their father—Mr. Smith, is a chronic abuser who can't do without thrashing his kids.
Their mother died since they were young, leaving them at the mercy of their diabolic father.
Ashton was tasting bitterness under his tongue as he stood in front of the house, staring at it and reminiscing.
He could still remember hiding in the wardrobe together with Bronx whenever Mr. Smith started his madness back then, hunting them around the house with belt.
Ashton was the lucky one cos when he turned 15, he fought back against his father and left Tennessee for California.
And that's where he met his friends whom he'd rather die than live without.
Leaving Bronx with Mr. Smith made Bronx used to the beatings, and it ruined his life so much that right now, Bronx might fall sick if he doesn't get wounded within a day.
Ashton drew a deep breath and finally entered the house.
The maids lining the living room greeted him with slight bows of their heads, but Ashton ignored them and faced the oldest.
"Where's Bronx?" He questioned.
"He's in the study with Mr. Smith, he has been thrashing him since an hour ago" the woman replied.
Ashton immediately kicked open the study door with his leg, and when he went in, he met the scene he expected.
Bronx is laying on the ground, face and body bloodied, but he's smiling.
The blood from his body wounds already stained the white shirt he's wearing, and his breaths are uncoordinated.
Mr. Smith is standing beside him with his belt dangling in his hand, and his sleeves rolled up. He has a satisfied look on his face which says he enjoyed thrashing Bronx, again.
He brought a black card out of his pocket which he threw at Bronx.
"It's yours, there are enough millions in the account to last you for a month" he said.
Bronx sat up, taking the card with a large smile.
"Thanks dad" he eventually stood.
Ashton threw his bag to the ground and walked fast to Mr. Smith, throwing two fast punches at his face before grabbing him by the collar, slamming his back on the wall.
"Jackass! Beating your own son before giving him money? How!!" Ashton punched the man again.
Mr. Smith's nose and lips peeled, but he dare not try to fight back.
"He needed it, he enjoyed it!" He spat.
"Yes,I did" Bronx replied behind, and that only made Ashton punch Mr. Smith again.
"I didn't ask you to come here to fight for me, you've never been a good brother anyways so leave dad alone! You place your mad friends over me so what right do you even have to fight for me?" Bronx spoke.
Ashton pushed Mr. Smith away, and the man picked his belt from where it fell before walking out of the study languidly.
"I'm not fighting for you, bastard. Instead of doing that, I'd rather fûck a bîtch. I punched him because he deserved it!" Ashton said, facing Bronx who laughed out.
"So why are you in Tennessee? You came only to punch him?" He said.
Ashton took Bronx's arm and rolled up his bloody sleeve to see the faded ant tattoos.
"Are you in a cult, fucker?" He looked up.
"It's none of your business! You and your friends are a cult on your own so why can't I be in a cult!" Bronx shot, and that was followed by a punch to his mouth.
Bronx's mouth bursted, and blood exploded in his mouth as he fell back to the ground, laughing psychotically.
"You sent your rats to hurt me??" Ashton said with hooded sight.
"Cos I wanted to hurt you! Ok? I wanted to hurt you so fuçking much!" Bronx shouted, and Ashton rolled his eyes hard.
"You're so fuçking hopeless" he muttered, leaving the study for his own room.
He's gonna have to go back to California tomorrow cos if he exceeds tomorrow, then he'd kill Bronx and Mr. Smith.
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[California, Creed Family House]
Matron's day off ended already, so she's back in the house.
She's at the dinning with Lydia when Warren entered, and the two women stopped the talks they were doing instantly.
"Warren?" Matron stood.
Lydia remained seated, so Warren walked up to them and sat beside her.
It's a rainy day. The rain has been falling since the start of today, and it's not stopping anytime soon, so everywhere is cold.
"Coffee, no sugar" Warren told Matron.
"In a bit" Matron smiled and entered the kitchen.
"What do you have to say to me?" Lydia asked, but she wasn't expecting what happened next
Warren picked a fork from the dinning and stabbed her palm that's on the table.
The fork entered the back of her palm and came back in her palm, making her groan out.
Warren then gripped her by the hard hair, dragging her closer to himself.
"The next time Elder tells you to spy on me, tell him no. I know you spied on us in the woods last week, so try not to make the mistake again. I hate spies, and I won't take your relationship with Elder into consideration again" he said and roughly let go of her before standing.
Blood was dripping from Lydia's hand to the flood, and she winced painfully as Warren began walking out of the house.
But then, he suddenly looked back.
"And...what you saw in the woods, stays in the woods. You know better than to tell Elder about it" he muttered before exiting the house.
Matron came out of the kitchen, and her eyes widened when she saw the fork in Lydia's palm.
"Oh my gawd! Lydia!" She dropped the tray of coffee, but before she could get to Lydia, Lydia has removed the fork by herself, and more of her blood dripped to the floor.
Matron quickly placed an hanky on the hand to douse the blood pouring.
"I knew something was off when he asked for coffee. He hates coffee" Matron said.
"Not only coffee, doesn't he hate everything drinkable too? The only thing he drinks is water once in a while" Lydia winced again.
"I'm so sorry about this, Lydia" Matron said, and Lydia just rested back.
"I'll get the first aid kit" Matron rushed inside.
From the door of his inferno chamber, Elder Creed watched attentively from his wheelchair.
He took a deep breath, staying quiet.
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[Stonia's Mansion]
"You've been acting strange since a week ago, and it's bothering me! We can't miss the cinema tonight!" Nadine whined, trying to drag Ixora out of bed, but she's like a log.
"I just want do die" Ixora muttered, her face buried in the pillow.
She can't even tell her best friend that she killed someone, and it has been eating her up since a week ago.
Strangely, none of the guys said a thing about it since then.
Even when she saw them in campus they pretended not to see her as if they don't know her darkest secret, especially Warren.
It's been a week since their eyes met last, but his words haunted her so much that she can't even force herself to sleep.
“YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME, YOU'RE SICK IN THE BRAIN”
Anytime she closes her eyes, she hears it in her head, and she sees Anastasia's hands dragging her into the green river.
She's sleep-deprived, and it's affecting her so much that she now sleeps in class.
Chaos just broke into her life without her permission, and it's ruining her.
Is this like her punishment?
"Stop saying you wanna die, girl. It's frustrating to see you like this!" Nadine tried pulling her again, but she resisted, holding the headboard.
"Look how disorganized your room is, your closet is even worse, it's like tsunami happened in there. You didn't even comb or wash your hair. You've never been like this before what's going on" Nadine sat.
"My life is disorganized already, adding my room, hair and closet to it is only the start" Ixora replied.
"Xoxo.." Nadine pulled her again.
"I suddenly crave for rainbow popcorn" Ixora replied.
"If you get it, you'll stand up, wash up and follow me to the cinema?" Nadine said expectantly, and Ixora nodded.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes!" Nadine replied, rushing out of the room.
Ixora sat up, dragging her comforter to cover herself well from the cold.
She's not craving for popcorn, it was a lie to push Nadine away.
The only thing she's craving for is water, so she left the bed with black eyes and dragged her feet down the stairs.
Kelsey came to see Serena, and they're both sitting in the living room, talking about sèx positions.
Ixora walked past them and went into the kitchen to drink a cup of water.
Immediately he came out of the kitchen, Kelsey and Serena bursted into a heavy laughter, infused with mock.
Ixora isn't even hearing them, what's going on in her life right now is more than a stupid laughter from two wrong individuals.
She went back to her room, and Kelsey stood.
"The fûck! If Stonia knows her daughter is a killer, then it's over. I can't wait for you to show her the video" she said.
"Aunt Stonia is busy right now, I'll do that tomorrow Sunday, and I'm planning to show her over dinner, I already booked a dinner house" Serena replied dreamily.
"Can't wait for you to become the queen of this mansion, and about Monty, I finally found a way to mess with her business" Kelsey sat back.
"Spill" Serena replied eagarly.
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[A Snack Store]
Nadine was panting as she came out of her car and rushed into the store, sweating too.
Rainbow popcorn is like the store's signature cos it's on every shelf.
She grabbed two packs of it to her chest and went to the counter to pay, but before she could get her card out of her bag, someone else did.
The person pointed his own card forward, and merely seeing the meteorite bracelet on his wrist, her eyes widened.
She slowly looked back, and the popcorn packs fell from her when she saw the spicy-scented devil.
Konstantin Barinov!
He's grinning down at her, and she didn't even wait before bolting out of the store.
She didn't wait to take her car too, she left in a taxi, and Konstantin grinned out loudly, leaning on the store doorframe as he watched the taxi drive away.
When last did he have this much fun? He can't remember.
Everyone is scared of Satan's Heirs
They instill fear in the hearts of everyone wherever they go, but her?
She's particularly scared of him and he loves it.
He smells her fear like nicotine, and it's delicious.
He stopped grinning when his phone buzzed, and when he checked to see it's a text from his witchy mother in Russia, his expression acidified.
Her line is saved as "Evil Beans"
He angrily smashed his phone to the cobbled ground.
He kicked the phone parts away before getting back in his car.
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[7PM]
Ford salon had too many customers tonight, so no one had the time to cook dinner.
Romeo had to go buy their dinner at a restaurant, and he's just coming back.
He's holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder cos his right hand is holding an umbrella over his head and the left hand is holding the food package he went to buy.
Rain is still pouring.
He has been trying Ixora's line since they left school yesterday, but unlike her, she hasn't been picking just like now.
Also, he has noticed her change of attitude since a week ago, and it's disturbing.
He'd have gone to see her, but Stonia has made it clear that he's unwelcomed in the mansion, so he can't even go.
He was too focused on the ringing line that he didn't notice the puddle of water in front of him.
Before he could stop himself, he stepped into it and fell flat into the mud.
His phone, the umbrella, and the food package fell inside, the the muddy water nearly drowned him as he tried to get out of it.
It's not so far from the salon, so the sounds of splashing water made Mr. Ford and Bethel come out, together with Tina and Monty who came visiting.
"Romeo!!" Bethel and Tina screamed.
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[Satan's Heirs Hideaway, Scan Room]
Warren is seated in front of the numerous screens, but only one of it is on—the one connected to Ixora's bedroom.
She's currently in her bed, duvet piled over her head though she's not sleeping.
She has been sleepless, and needless to say, he loves it.
The dark lines surrounding her eyes, the way she's losing weight, the way she lost appetite for food and lost interest in everything.
It started since a week ago when the Anastasia case happened, and he has been having the time of his life.
Watching her suffer should be on his list of "hobbies"
It's a kink at this rate.
Ixora suddenly pushed the duvet away from herself and sat up in bed, screaming out like a mad girl while holding her head.
She badly needs someone to talk to, but she definitely can't talk to her parents nor Nadine since it's her dirty little secret.
Warren tested back on his chair, watching her run madder while rolling some origami on his desk.
Falsus—his dove, is on top of one of the systems, watching him silently.
Capri entered the room, and the screen automatically went off.
The room only recognizes him and his bird, it's built that way.
Any other presence, the systems shut down automatically.
"Mrs. Ortega is at the verge of dying. You've stabbed her neck with a screwdriver since yesterday" Capri said.
"But she's still alive" Warren said, dropping the star origami in his hand before turning the swivel chair to face him.
"Yup" Capri said.
"Then let her feel the pains for some more hours, I'm not in the mood to interrogate her, yet" Warren replied.
"Bored outta my fuckin mind, where the hell is Konstant and when the fûck is Ash coming back from Tennessee!" Capri groaned, leaving the room.
Warren's eyes returned to the screen as it came back on.
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[Stonia's Mansion, Ixora's Room]
Ixora came down from the bed and got her phone, walking to the window and climbing it.
She sat on the sill and propped her legs up, her hair so fuçking rough like she's insane.
She saw Romeo's several calls, but she's not in the mood to talk to him or anyone close.
At the same time, she needs someone to talk to cos her sanity is shaking.
She dived her fingers into her haphazard hair, staring at all the contacts on her phone.
There's only one that's not close, the devil saved as W.
She was at the brim of madness when she clicked on it, dialling his line.
Shockingly, it has barely began ringing when he picked.
The pouring rain was playing tunes on the roof as she hugged her legs to herself, adjusting her arse on the window.
"W?" She called.
No answer.
"Are you there?" She gulped.
No answer.
She sighed, taking the phone away from her ear to view the screen well.
He has picked, so why is he not speaking?
"Yes?" His deep voice finally came, and her eyes widened.
"Fûck, thanks for picking, I really need someone to talk to" she muttered.
"Why the eff should I talk to you, lair?" He replied frostily.
"Because—"
She stopped at this point, not knowing what to insert.
"I might run mad, I haven't been functioning well since that night" she muttered.
"Run mad? Good news, when is the date?" He replied crisply.
"I know I don't deserve your time, but just—"
"Beg for it" he cut her off coldly.
"Huh?" She blinked.
"My time, beg for it" he replied.
She went silent.
"Or I'll hang up in three seconds" he continued, and she nearly fell from the window, but she held the glass.
It gave her finger a little cut, but she didn't care as the seconds counted.
In one..
Two...
Then...
"Please... Stay on the line, and talk to me" she finally whispered.
TBC
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