I was expecting him to be kept in some smelly jail cell. That's how I always thought prison looked like, unknowing that I had been living in one this whole time. A prisoner to Q's wishes. Bart walked me until the visiting area and there he was. Patiently seated.
His hair was messy and unruly. His posture was casual and laid back. He sat up when he heard footsteps coming over to him. Bart stopped me and whispered fifteen minutes to me. I nodded and sat in the metal chair across from him. He stared at me the first few few seconds, and his eyes. I couldn't tell me what he was thinking or feeling.
"I think by now you know who I really am. I'll give props to your boyfriend, he is one heck of a detective." He said and I sat up and cleared my throat. What could I say to him? I was still processing what Bart had told me, but I had fifteen minutes.
"Now that you know I know, did you kill those people? Burn down that mansion, Daniella too?" I asked and he smirked a little and leaned forward towards me. I leaned back. I was pulling away and he needed to know it was possible that I could pull away.
"Let me make something clear Venice sweetheart. I didn't do it out of spite. My father gave me one mission even in his will when he died. Continue the family business. I did. I evaluated shipment before it was taken to its buyer. Simple,"he said and shrugged. He was appalling and disgusting. Those women he killed were shipment? Objects to him?
"Daniella? According to what I was told you killed her in a completely different way but they still found her body with the rest. Just what did you do to her?"
"I taught her what it meant to ignore my warnings over and over. Daniella was special. Let me be frank, she's what I would have called my first love, but she forced my hand. Let me name luxury bags, fashion worthy clothes from one point of a room to another, delicacies the finest in France had to offer. She still treated me like one of those animals down by the Ferme. I was not going to stand for it, disobedience is never anything I'll tolerate. I don't care who you are to me, it goes the same." His demeanor turned dark then. I had never seen him make those expressions. I wanted to run.
"I have more questions," I said quickly and he nodded for me to continue. "Why did you put me through all that just so I could love you back?"
His eyes widened and he let out a hysterical laugh. His shoulders shook and his body shook terrible to a point even his chair skidded.
"Venice. I didn't put you through all that because I loved you. I loathed every essence of who you were since the moment I saw you. Every. Part. Of. You." He said and I froze but my mouth wouldn't shut from asking.
"Then what the hell was your deal with me?" I asked. I felt angry, why was I angry?
"You were hopeless. From your everyday schedule to the choices you made. I knew your schedule daily from the moment you opened your eyes to the moment you shut them that night. The men you let into your life, I got rid of a problem for you to grovel over him even in his fucking gravestone-"
"Don't fucking disrespect-"
"I will do and say as I please. You asked a question, you will listen," he said with finality and I listened to what he had to say. "Jace got out of the picture Felicity posed to be another problem. I never really appreciated her presence it was annoying. Begging for my love isn't a sexy trait as you already know. I get rid of her because she was a hindrance to you becoming the best person you could be. I have you openings you didn't take. So is the stupid one me or you?"
"I never asked you to give me any fucking opening!" I said and he shrugged.
"And yet I did. Call it an order from above. You were hopeless by the time your lover came into the picture. I knew what your relationship with him was, and that's more fucked up shit than I can handle myself." Someone knocked on the door and yelled seven minutes, my heart started to race in my chest. What did Tim had to do with anything.
"My relationship with him has nothing to do with you-"
"And I will continue to praise the almighty that it has nothing to do with me." He interrupted sarcastically. "Venice, I was only in your life because I needed you to see the potential to be someone you didn't even know you are. You have so much anger in you, you ignore it. You have no sense of discernment and hence why you end up with serial killers like me you think are in love with you. Wait, did you fall for me? Is that why you hoped this talk would help you clarify?"
I said nothing. He knew he was right already, and I felt stupid for feeling this way.
"I will tell you one thing though that I came to realise as I was out in this cell. I regret all the things I did to people. All the lives I took and ruined I hope I can repay them one day. That day in the woods, I had realised you never once made me feel frustrations and hatred that Daniella did. I had been falling for you little by little. But that doesn't change anything now does it?"
"Why tell me this now when you've just admitted you didn't feel anything for me?" I asked.
"Those little moments. Not you getting me anything Grand or expensive. Those little moments, sold my heart to yours. And I had to see the results of the pain I caused you to realise that." I...
I hated Q. I hated him.
"Time is up." I ran out of the room before I could turn back to Q. I tripped at the entrance stairs. I couldn't feel my feet anymore. I feel like I got my judgement on earth from him, and I proved unworthy.