01- Lucian Vladimir Seth.

The world, as beautifully destroyed as it is,

Who carries the blame for its destruction....?

The smell of rust and blood surrounds the old garage making me feel awfully at peace. The pleasurable sounds of flesh hitting the flesh, the sound of bones breaking, and the cries filled with pain make me aware of the monster I am.

This is who I am. The real me.

Taking a long drag of the dying cigarette I stand up from my throne to look at the bloody mess in front of me. My men stand surrounding a bloody heap of a body, hopefully not dead yet. I cannot let him leave so soon.

Betrayal, in this world, leaves no chances for forgiveness. No one is stupid enough to let a betrayer live only to have them betray you once again. I don't know about anyone else, but I am not that stupid.

Everyone knows what the consequences of betraying me are; you don't die easily, you suffer till your last breath. He was a fool to think I wouldn't know what he was cooking up behind my back. Here, in this city, even in this country nothing goes unseen or unheard by me.

"P-please…No more" Nothing brings me more pleasure than the pain his voice holds. Stepping into the puddle of blood and piss, I crouch down in front of him.

"You knew what would happen if you were to betray me. So, why do you beg?"

"For-forgiv-" His voice gets cut off as I grab him up by his hair until we are eye to eye. He grimaces in pain making me pull harder.

I bring his face closer to mine, "The punishment you received, is not even half of what I want to do to you, how I want to make you suffer. You had a freaking family to feed and clothe, that is the reason you came to me for help, but even then you decided to ride some other bastard's dick. And for what?" My voice rises with every single word creating an echo in the garage.

"You have nothing left. No family, no money, and not even you're your life. I have taken it all." All because of his greed…This fucking greed.

I grab his face pressing my thumb deeper into the hole caused by the gunshot earlier, making him scream noisily. My heart beats loudly as I watch his eyes fill with tears, his glassy eyes reflecting the devilish grin that now rests on my face.

"What should I take?" My skin prickles with the excitement of what I will do next.

How should I make him suffer?

"The hands that stole from me… but they are broken." His body trembles within my hold. I hold his face between my hands, not caring about the blood that coats his face.

My fingers enter his mouth to hold onto his tongue tightly, "The tongue that spoke of the secrets entrusted to you." A whine leaves his mouth as I press his tongue painfully between my thumb and forefinger.

"Or…" Leaving his tongue, my hands drag up his face making my breath shorter and faster. "Yes…"

His eyes become as large as saucers as my thumbs come to rest on the top of his eyelids. "N-no…please…please…no…" He pleads.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh..." I brush my thumbs lightly on his eyelids.

"You should have known when you stepped on my doorstep…" I press my thumbs deep into his eyes forcing my way in. The sensation of my fingers invading his flesh, the blood gushing out and splattering on my face sends shockwaves of pleasure down my body.

The sudden sound of my phone ringing surrounds the garage making me stop my movements. The familiar instrumental of Harry Potter pulls me out of the dangerous trance I was about to enter. My heart beats faster, but for a completely different reason. I throw his useless body to the ground, wiping my hands on my suit, rushing towards my phone to find her name being illuminated.

Or it could be that I am whipped.

"Deal with this shit..." I mumble to my men who without any further thought drag his lifeless body out of the garage, taking the clue to deal with the fucker themselves.

I hear a shot go out in a near distance, but it is one of my least concerns at the moment. I focus my attention on the one and only thing that matters in this world.

Let's let it ring four times. Pick it up on the fourth.

Once.

Twice.

Th- Fuck it. "Yes?"

"You're late!" The sweet voice that comes through the phone hits me as the warmth one seeks in the middle of winter. Her voice sends shivers down my body instantly making my toes curl.

Fucking pussy.

I clear my throat, "And you messed with my phone again." And I forget about everything else that exists in this world.

Only her.

Just her.