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I pause, and he sighs, only to tense again when I puff out more smoke and say, “Ah, I see. You were an unwilling participant in his crimes, then?” He nods, and I reach him in two short steps, looming above him as he watches me with hope and joy alike, which once again proves his sheer stupidity.
If a monster catches you in his net, either accept it with dignity or fight until you can beat your enemies. Never expect your pleas to fall on anything but deaf ears as creatures like me have no conscience or morals keeping us sane.
Just a deep desire and need to destroy, possess, and end in the most cruel ways, as only when the cries of despair fill our ears do we find peace.
For a moment in time.
“He promised us millions. A small and quick job and we’d be set for life.” He casts his gaze down under my harsh stare while my hold on the handle becomes even tighter, the memories and his words awaking the beast raging within me that wishes to cut off his tongue so no more lies spew from his mouth. “We got nothing, though. Just got our hands dirty and hearts filled with regrets.”
A tremor rushes through him when my laughter reverberates through the space, and he pales a little while my voice turns almost deadly. “Hearts filled with regrets? Is this why you continued your business afterward?”
“Florian—” Whatever he wishes to say turns into a painful scream when I press the tip of the cigarette to his forehead, enjoying watching it burn his skin and leaving an imprint on it. He thrashes, trying to evade it, so I kick him in the nuts. “Shut up and take it like a man, you little piece of shit.” I repeat the exact words he once uttered to me while his alcohol-induced breath fanned my cheek as I struggled to breathe through his choking grip.
I throw the butt away as he sits on his haunches, his fingers continuing to pull at the collar as he says, his voice raspy, “I’m sorry. It was a mistake. He forced us.”
I click my tongue, tapping with the sword on the floor, and he jerks while tears start to fall down his cheeks, amusing me to no end.
How pathetic and predictable. Once the likes of him meet a true opponent, they turn into cowards because they can harm only the weak.
“Come on, Florian. Smile for Daddy. He needs to know we got his baby boy.” A flash goes into my face, blinding me for a second while a tight rope holds me in place. “Or rather cry. It’ll destroy him more.” He grins, and that’s all the warning I get before something hard hits the back of my head and pain ricochets through my entire body, numbing me.
I lift the sword up again, enjoying how it sends shadows dancing on the floor while Alex’s breathing becomes even louder, grating on my nerves because his breathing is an offense to humankind. “You see, Alex. Everything we do has consequences in this world.” My voice drops to a whisper while he shakes his head, scrunching his eyes as he tries to stand again by gripping the chain, but all it does is choke him more, so he falls back on his knees, the cracking sound echoing through the space, followed by his loud cry.
Ah, finally.
The bones snapping.
One of the sweetest sounds and better than any music.
“I’m sorry, Florian. I’ve never done this again.” He looks at me, his eyes filled with pain and fear rivaling the ones he must have seen countless times. “I’ve changed. It was a turning point in my life.” He licks his chapped lips again. “I have a family now. They mean everything to me, and I would have never jeopardized their safety.”
On the grand scale of things, it wouldn’t have mattered if he did or not, as the atrocities committed the first time around signed him the death warrant. However, his lie fuels me with rage so strong I no longer wish to contain it.
Instead, I unleash it.
His head snaps back as an agonizing scream escapes his throat when I stab my blade right into his gut, the flesh giving way easily and swallowing the silver as blood pours around him.
The sight of blood was always mesmerizing to me as it has the power to scare and soothe at the same time, the red color being the only vividness I can tolerate in this dark dungeon of mine.
I pull my arm back, only to stab him again while he cries and thrashes in my hold, although all it does is just prolong his agony while the blood continues to drip down his stomach and pants. “That’s the interesting thing about consequences, Alex. They always catch up with you in one way or the other. And they don’t give a fuck about your fake remorse,” I say, pressing on the button above the chain, and it snaps, sending him flying on his back. I press the tip of my shoes on his throat as he gazes at me, his eyes becoming hazy from the pain, but he’s still coherent enough to understand everything.
After all, I’ve learned the art of torture for years and have no intention to kill him just yet. Quick death is not fun, and besides…
My family taught me that you can achieve anything you want with a little bargaining.
Atonement displayed when one’s life is threatened is no atonement at all, as only the desire to save one's ass consumes it. Putting a bit more pressure on his throat, I lean on the blade, enjoying how he whimpers. “You have two choices right now, Alex. An easier death or a very torturous one.” I flash him a grin while he coughs on his own blood. “What would it be?” He opens his mouth, probably ready to beg, so I beat him to it. “Mercy is not an option, Alex. You’ll burn in hell. How soon is entirely up to you.”
More tears come, and I hate seeing them because the likes of him should not have the privilege to cry. None of it is sincere, and even if it was?
Fuck them and their tears.
“Well, Alex?”
He croaks through his tight throat, “Easy death.”
“It’ll cost you, though.” I step back but keep the blade intact to secure him in the same spot and control the bleeding. His body right now runs on adrenaline alone. “Where is he?”
Just as I ask the question, the music stops, and complete silence blankets the space around us, charging it with sinister and ruthless energy, sending anticipation through my veins because victory will soon be mine.
