I tuck my gun back into its holster and approach the guy left behind, his dirty, tattered shirt haphazardly pulled on in a rush, while he’s still in his underwear. This raggedy little shit got dragged out of his house while sleeping.
I smirk and kick him in the groin. “Wake up, bitch.”
He moans in pain and curls up into the fetal position. After a while, he finally mutters some words. “What happened? W-where am I?”
I bend my knees and grab him by the hair to tilt his head back. “In your own private hell. Welcome.”
His eyes are all droopy. “What?”
Still so drugged out. Pathetic.
I drop his head back down and circle his body. “You didn’t think I’d let you fuckers do whatever the hell you wanted, right?”
“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”
I tilt my head as a serene smile spreads on my face. “Paul, don’t play coy with me.”
He crawls away on hands and feet, wobbly as hell from all the drugs. “How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot of things about you,” I say, and I pull out two of my favorite knives and flick them open.
His eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “No, no, please don’t. I didn’t do shit.”
“No? You don’t work for a certain self-appointed…doctorcalled Carlo?” I muse.
His eyes widen, face turning white as snow.
I would’ve gone for Carlo himself, but he seems a bit tough to reach, so I’ll settle for one of his assistants for now. I’ll get to him eventually.
I tap the edges of the knives. “You only ever handed these to him so he can butcher young girls, but have you ever wielded them yourself?”
“What do you want from me?” he asks, his breathing growing more rapid with every second.
“Nothing, Paul, absolutely nothing,” I say, grinning. “Except your screams.”
I stomp on his leg with my heel, and he shrieks as I ram the knife into his abdomen.
“Fuck!” he squeals, vomiting all over himself.
“No, fuck you,” I say, smiling at the excruciating pain marring his face. “I’m going to have so much fun torturing you.”
Xavier
I holdthe small window in the roof for dear life as I peer through it at the horrifying scene down below. Sunny just shot the man in all of his extremities to cripple him, while he bleeds out all over the concrete floor beneath him.
She stabs him in the belly again, and the cries that burst from his mouth reach even my ears. She aims at all the points that won’t cause immediate death, almost as if she wants her victims to be in intense agony. Every time her knife leaves his body, she steps away to watch him writhe on the ground, unable to escape her wrath.
She circles him like a lioness entranced by the suffering she’s caused, slicing his arms and legs occasionally to draw out more painful screams. And my God … I am enthralled.
My whole body shivers from watching her slowly mutilate this man with a goddamn smile on her face.
Why is she wearing a mask?
Who is that man?
What has he done to anger her to the point of not only murder but outright torture?
I swallow away the lump in my throat when she thrusts the knife into his hand and cuts it open. His arms and legs are next, as she leaves slices everywhere she goes.
