Do It For Me | 21+

Chapter Two

Warning: It might be triggering.

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Death, the word itself, holds an ominous undertone to it. However, to some it's peace and to some it's freedom. It's a perception, really, of how one views death.

However, it is certainly quite flexible; it could be fast and painless and at the same time, it could be slow and painful.

Some use it as their way of revenge.

Some use it to walk over the threshold of endings, to new free beginnings.

Amongst these, there lies a few handfuls of people who are fucked up enough to withdraw pleasure from death.

There's a certain satisfaction, in watching one's eye slowly fade into a void. The sparkle of life, ploddingly turning to a mass of nothingness and as Stephan stalked his prey like a predator on the loose, one thing was for sure; he lived for the sick twisted satisfaction of his enemies slowly losing their lives.

It was a simple question,

'eat or be eaten?'

And soon he realised that hunger wasn't a good look for him.

The room in which he stood, held a dark aura surrounding it.

It was slightly difficult to understand the reason behind that particular aura.

Was it Stephan, himself? Who was gazing at the whips hanging on the wall as if it was his long-lost lover?

Or, the room itself, whose only light source was the ceiling lamp hanging from the teal-coloured roof, focusing on the man tied to the chair, with blood seeping through the shallow cuts over his arms. Passive stains were littered all around the chair, the man's blood, some even splattered across the walls which looked like it was done by a blunt object.

Shackles, chains, and whips were displayed artistically on the walls, giving the room a particular glamourous look.

Perhaps the reason was both; the six-foot-five-inch tall man standing proud and the room itself, behind the unavoidable dark aura, looming in it.

"Now, I am a very impatient man, Ray. I have already wasted thirty minutes of my life on a useless person. I would hate to waste anymore." Stephan spoke the words while eying the sharply curved blade that truly reminded him of a claw of a predatory bird or a wild cat, also commonly known as a Talon Knife.

"I wonder how this knife would look at you." Almost in a wistful tone he spoke and proceeded to pick the knife in his rough calloused hands when a scoff stopped him.

"You are a pathetic man, Stephan. I would rather die than say anything to you." Ray angrily screamed out, to which Stephan merrily shrugged.

"You are not wrong on either, Ray. You will die, but I wonder...

...if you'd die a quick, painless death. Or, slowly bleed out through the several cuts I will do on your body while I play the live-action of what my men are going to do with your wife and daughter."

"N-No, you wouldn't dare!

"Why won't I? They are quite a looker."A disgusting smirk sat on Stephan's face as he spoke those words.

The proud, satisfied look which Ray had worn slowly drained away.

His grey dull eyes dilated in anger, but behind the veil of anger, there was sheer fear. His nose scrunched up, the pain he felt physically from the previous hits and cuts was nothing compared to what he felt now.

As he focused on the widened smirk that settled on Stephan's face, like a wild animal he barred his teeth, thrashing wildly, screaming profanities at him.

However, like a lazy predator, unfazed by Ray's screams, Stephan slowly walked in front of him, twirling the knife in his hand.

"Tell me, Ray,  would you like sitting here, watching your precious sixteen-year-old, Malia, getting fucked by all of the men. One. By. One. Or, the love of your life, chained, humiliated and, oh, how can I forget! Filled to the brim, like a whore-"

"Please, please! Stop! Leave them alone, they are innocent! They know nothing about this, Stephan!"Ray cried out like a wounded animal.

"Ray, does it look as if I care?"Stephan asked raising an eyebrow.

"But...please..." Ray whimpered, and Stephan smirked at him.

"It's simple, Ray. You decide which death you want, I will give it to you on a silver platter. Now, your daughter returns home in about thirty minutes. I wonder how she would feel watching her mother getting tortured and quite possibly orphaned as well-"

"112/5C Wilson Street, house no. 5, it's bigger compared to others, a four-storeyed house, white coloured. Please let my family go. Please."

"Pity, I thought I'd have more fun with you. My men told you were quite persistent, I guess I need new men."Stephan shook his head in mock disproval at the pitiful man, and in a quick flash, he hounded the talon knife in Ray's thighs.

Ray screamed in pure agony as the knife settled deep in his tendons, making blood ooze out from the sides. The feel of the curved blade playing a symphony with the veins of his thighs, crushing the bone as well, sending waves of shock through his body, making him shake in unbearable pain.

Stephan, like a psychotic criminal, which he was, chuckled and sashayed towards the entrance of the room, finding pure amusement in the man's cries.

"Oh, I have never promised that your family would be safe, did I?" Throwing a last amused smirk at the man, he walked out.

Closing Ray in, with his own demons and regrets.

It wasn't hard to understand why this particular room had a deep, dark aura to it.

The bleeding man would be dead in a day or two if not, he would have a stroke from wondering what Stephan's men would do to his precious wife and daughter.

Stephan bitterly laughed to himself thinking about the man. He was foolish, to say the least, shaking his head, he entered the room where everyone was waiting for him.

"He gave the location, let's get this over with."Stephan spoke, and he was soon met with surprised faces and a few knowing smiles.

"How...how boss? We tried for days...?"

"It was easy, just told him we'd fuck his family, and he gave information in seconds, didn't even have to use anything."

"But we would never do that!"

"Yes, but he doesn't need to know that."

Mind games are truly his favourite method of torture.

Slow but perfect.

Kills the victim, but even after death, the soul would remember the pain.

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