AFFLICTION

38 ~ [Demolish And Wreck Her]

All I did was watch her and she understood it all. "I can't believe" she looked at me in horror and then before anything else car light blazed at us. She hid her face with her hand trying to look at the source of the light. I kept on watching her, I knew my face emotionless now again.

The car door opened hinting Remor stepped out. He made his way to us. "Sir" he uttered and I nodded. I stepped back from Leera. "Take her home" saying that I stared at her for the last time as she kept looking at me, stunned, with those honeydew eyes which beamed as the light fell on those. I got inside my car again and turned it away conscious of her glance at me the whole time as she kept clenching her bag to her chest.

I drived my car to the main restricted area for other citizens which is the torture chamber and only our gang knew about it. No one is allowed without my permission. It's just a 2 minutes drive from that place. She would have been though a heart attack by now if I bought her here again after that car attack. So I decided to let her go this time and texted Remor on my way to bring her to her home.

I sensed all my men straightened seeing me as I came inside looking forward. I sat down on a chair which was infront of the person's seat who's tied to the chair. I looked up at that person who kept gawking me back. This one seems pretty brawny and self-assured.

"Unbind him" I commanded and my men started undoing him rapidly not wanting to know the reason too. I set my gun on the table beside me. After he was fully untied he kept standing there still gawking me indignant and kinda vexed.

"Spill out" I muttered casually looking at him. "Let me go or else you will pay for it" he said as if he didn't know who I am. My fierceness back as I cackled at his statement. The next second he was flinged to my feet by my men. His face almost hitting my shoes.

He stared down at my shoes as he felt my gun above his head through his hair. "Seems like you don't know me yet" I muttered nonchalantly looking down at him. "Do you think this will be over if I'm dead? So bad" he chuckled. "Do you think you would have been alive till now if there wasn't a reason for keeping you?" I enquired offhandledly. "If you ain't useful to me you'll be dead tonight, now, at this time. If you're handly your dead will take a little more time. But your death is fixed"

"Kill me!" He uttered chuckling as if he doesn't fear death and I'll make sure he regrets this downright and thinks it to be the worst thing ever left his mouth in his entire living life. "The words that came out from your mouth now are the very thing you will remorse till you taste death. You'll know how intricate death can be" I beamed watching him turn distress this time.

I eyed my men and without any words they presented the collection of different type of knives in the table. I set my gun on the table again which was of no use now.

"Guns are boring. I like playing with knives" I remarked tranquilly as he glanced at those knives fearfully still trying to play intrepid which he is miserably failing to do.

"Choose one, which you would like me to use on you first. Choose your death" I leaned back on the chair crossing my arms.
"Let me go" He muttered looking at me again, making me chuckle. "After you're dead" terror evident in his eyes now. "I'll say everything. Whatever you will ask me. Just let me go" he fell on my feet begging me for his life.

"I don't want to hear anything now, time's over for that. Select one knife fast, the one which you would like to feel on your body first. Then I'll make sure every knife in this table touches your body well" I stated evenly.
"Please, I'm begging you. I'll tell you everything. Everything I know. I swear" He begged again crying now.

"You think I'm playing games here? I don't have time for your rubbish. You were so confident about dying what's now?" The smirk played on my face watching him this way now.
"I can tell you something really important only if you let me go." He murmured hopefully that I'll leave him this time. I guffawed at his words and his slightest hope died.