One of the guards looks at Vincent in disgust as he tries to hold back his gags. When he holds it up, Amélie walks up to Vincent - her heels clicking against the cement floor. She looks back at me once, before lifting her dagger and begins slicing his dick off, excruciatingly slowly.

I smirk at the torturous screams coming out of Vincent, along with his cries for help and mercy.

30 minutes. 30 minutes is how long Amélie took so slowly slice his dick off.

Now, she's punching, whipping and kicking the life out of him and bitch-boy Beaumont. I chuckle at her behaviour and shake my head amusedly.

And hour later, and Amélie's chest is heaving as she relentlessly smashes her fist into Francois face. I watch as silent tears trek down her soft cheeks.

I slowly walk up behind her, careful not to get in the way of her elbow being pulled back between every punch. I slowly snake my arm around her waist, making sure I don't frighten her, and lift her away from him, securely holding her in my arms.

I walk us out of the cell and away from them, in hopes of calming her down, when all of a sudden a sob racks through her body.

I slowly sit down on the ground with her still in my arms and try to calm her down "it's okay baby, they're tied down, they can't hurt you." I whisper to her as I stroke her hair.

"It's just me and you mia belleza [my beauty]." I reassure her with 3 kisses to the side of her head.

She pushes her face further into my chest as her sobbing becomes small hiccups "Just us?" Her question comes out muffled.

A small smile plays on my lips as I teasingly ask "What was that? I can't hear you."

She pokes a finger in the side of my rib and looks up at me. My eyes soften and my heart melts; God, I've turned soft, but it's so worth it.

"I love you Amélie." I whisper to her as I leave a tender kiss on her soft lips, making a smile form on them.

"I love you forever." She replies with a relaxed smile on her face.

Her face morphs into that of a serious one as she musters up the courage to tell me "I think I'm done. I've said what I needed to say and done what I needed to do. Can we just burn them and leave?"

I look at her and a sense of immense pride surges through me at how strong she's been today. I stroke a couple stray strands of hair behind her ear and nod softly at her "Whatever you want Mél." I tell her.

We stay like this for a little while and just admire each other, before we reluctantly separate from one another.

Amélie takes a deep breath and pushes her hand out towards me. I look down at her hand and clasp mine with hers, pulling her along with me as I walk back to the cell.

When we get back to the cell, I stop in front of it and turn to look at Amélie, I pull my lighter out - indicating that I'm ready to burn them to ashes.

She looks at me nervously, before taking a large 3 litre bottle - filled to the brim with lighter fluid - from one of the guards by the door.

She untwists the cap of the bottle and slowly but surely makes her way to Vincent. Her hands shake and her body trembles as she lifts the mouth of the bottle and begins to pour the lighter fluid on him.

Once she's done aggressively pouring the lighter fluid on them, she looks towards me as I bring my lighter up and flip the cap of it to light it.

She slowly walks up to me as her hands shake, so I lift my other hand which was previously in my pocket and gently grab her hand to guide her to the lighter with steadier hands "You're the strongest woman I know mia belleza. Show them, during their last moments, that they have absolutely no power left over you. After this, I promise you'll be free." I whisper to her, leaving 3 pecks on her shaking fingertips.

She looks up at me, soaking in my words, then looks back down at the lighter.

All of a sudden, her spine straightens, her chin rises and a determined look crosses her face. Her hands stop shaking and her body stops its trembling, she looks up at me as a smirk forms on her face. She grabs the lighter out of my hand and swiftly turns around, causing my hands to land on her hips.

"Atta girl Mél." I whisper against the shell of her ear, tapping her ass lightly "I love you. You've got this." I reassure her, leaving 3 loving kisses on her shoulder.

She nods her head and walks over the Vincent and bitch-boy Beaumont. She takes a deep breath and watches her hand as she throws it on the floor, into the lighter fluid.

The flame slowly travels its way towards the pair of them and Amélie takes a few steps back and her back crashes into my front. I'm quick to wrap my arms around her waist and steady her, stroking the slither of skin that's showing.

The sole issues in our lives are finally gone.

We're finally free.

I must have said that out loud because Amélie turns in my arms and wraps her arms around the back of my neck, resting her forehead on mine until the tips of our noses touch "We did it mon amour [my love]. It's just us now. You and I."

Her eyes close as she relaxes against me, I close my eyes too and let out a heavy sigh "You and I forever mia belleza. Until the end of time."

After a while, the flames began to grow so we made our way out of the cell, walking towards the basement door and never looking back.

We walk to my car hand-in-hand as Amélie slightly swings our joined hands back and forth.

When we get to the car, I walk Mél to her side of the car and open her door for her. When I see that she hasn't made a move to get into the car yet, I look towards her to see what's wrong.

She's just standing there staring at my intensely, so I stare right back at her, taking this time to admire her true beauty. She took a step forwards and tenderly holds my face in her soft hands. My gaze softens and my heart melts as soon as I feel her touch. God I've never loved nor will I ever love, anyone more than this girl.

"You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. You know that right, baby?" I tell her as I slowly bring my face closer to hers, joining our lips together in 3 meaningful kisses.

We part from our kiss and I can already sense the beaming expression on her face. I'll kiss her all day if it has the ability to make her smile like that.

"What?" I ask her in a soft whisper as I pull her impossibly closer to me.

She just lightly shakes her head, sporting a softer, more intimate smile now "I just love you." She whispers as her thumbs stroke my cheeks.

I close my eyes and push my face into her neck, hoping to hide the hint of colour blooming on my cheeks. I'm a grown man, who's blushing like a teenage boy because his wife told him that she loves him. I'm so. Utterly. Whipped.

But I wouldn't change it for the damn world.

I pull my head out of the crook of her neck slightly, just enough to whisper in her ear "and I'll love you forever amore mio [my love]." I leave 3 gentle kisses on her neck, jaw and cheek, then fully pull apart from her.

I playfully tap her butt and tell her to get in the car. When she does, I carefully close the car door after doing her seatbelt for her, then make my way to the drivers seat.

I get in, do my seatbelt and start the car up. I look over at Amélie in her seat and can't help the smile that overtakes my face. Have I said that I love her already? If I haven't, P.S.: I love her. So much. (So much so, that I think my heart may burst at any given moment).

She looks over at me and I just softly shake my head, a smile still plastered on my face. I face forward and begin to drive back to our house.

This is the day I've been dreaming of. The day where I can finally breathe and live freely. Just me and my baby. We did it. And I couldn't be more proud of her. Of us.

Although, I am a little bit nervous about how Amélie will feel and react tomorrow, considering it's her birthday. She said she wouldn't like to celebrate it, so I hope she doesn't kill me for what I have planned.

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