Her dead heart

Her heels clicked soundly in the empty space as she walked through the filth filled path toward the room of torture. The huge bodies of her loyal subordinates surrounded her protectively causing the air around her to feel even thinner, encouraging her hazard breathing. Sharp nails clenched into the leather coat embracing her body as thoughts filled with anger ran through her mind wildly. With one last step she pushed open the dirty door to unfold the metallic smell of blood laying behind it.

She stared at the bound man laying in the middle of the room bruised and beaten. All that could be seen was his scarred and bloodied back making him almost irrecognizable, but once she saw the unmistakable light golden curls she knew it was him. Victor. The man she once shared her bed with and took into her home. She walked into the room letting the familiar smell of death surround her.

"Lady Bellatrix!" The violently built men in the room yelled in unison before bowing infront of their mistress, stopping their abuse for a moment. She gave them no response, dark merciless eyes fixated on the gasping man. Victor who has been receiving their whips' lashes all this time silently with the occasional wince, has now began thrashing wildly against his chains at the mention of the cursed name.

"Belle" He murmured weakly, his hoarse voice laced with longing. He tried to fight the chain holding him to the ground with all his might to turn his head enough to face the looming figure at the door. She frowned at the sickening yet familiar nickname he used to call her with, angry at the memories it brought back.

"Blindfold him" her cold voice whispered, causing a commotion as the man closest to him hurried to carry the order. She did not want to see the heavy love his eyes always held. She did not want him to confuse her mind or trouble her heart no more.

"No!" He shouted in panic as one of my men wrapped a thick cloth roughly around his eyes taking away his sight. He kept screaming madly throwing his body around like a trapped wild animal. The man flinched at first at his unexpected behavior with a hand clenched on the whip obviously tempted to strike him again, but he did not dare. He knew that once the mistress came to the scene, that man lying on the bloodied floor was her prey and no one else's.

Victor suddenly froze once he heard the familiar sound of heels approaching him as if anticipating them. She sat calmly with crossed legs on the chair facing him, staring at his bruised face, that even now with blood covering it, still looked handsome. Her fingers twitched for a second at the sight before she composed herself. He always looked like a fallen angel, so out of place in the hellish place she resided in.

"Tell me Victor, where is Oliver Callum?"

No matter how much She tortured him, he refused to utter a word for the last hour. He was not the type that is bothered by pain, she knew that, after all he once lived with her and withheld her temper. But still, she could not help but feel frustrated that he was not responding the way she wanted him to.

"Just tell me where he is and all this will be over." She whispered softly, breath tickling his ear. He leaned in her direction instinctly making her heart clench in a way she refused to acknowledge. With a final glare she walked over to one of her men who was standing there watching her cruel display. He flinched in fear as she pulled the cigarette out of his mouth roughly. She then hunched down before burying the burning end of the cigarette into his wrist, twisting it around deeper, as he screamed. Her eyes glinted as the burnt flesh spread on his white skin like a plaque.

"Since this is an S&M hotel, nobody will come for you even if you screamed your heart out." She said simply as she looked at his sweating panting face and his twitching fingers. He coughed once before pulling his lips back into a small smile.

She smirked at the brave face he was making, feeling a bit proud of him, as she sat back on the chair once more. With a glance at her black coat, she noticed the additional shine of a layer of blood tainting it. She let her fingers slip down its slippery texture till her skin matched the color of my crimson nails.

She then reached down with the other hand and pulled on the chain around his neck. He chocked in response before raising his head up into a painful position to avoid being strangled again. She touched his cheek gently with her blood soaked hand. He instinctively leaned to my familiar touch making his own face only bloodier.

"Look, Victor, I will explain to you the situation once more. You are opposing the mistress of a powerful gang by protecting that man. Oliver has taken from my gang some dangerous files and if they reached the Dead demons gang, it will cause a territory war between us. You don't want that, do you?"

He just moaned in pain from the chains. Her shaking hand stroke up softly to the roots of his hair before she could stop it. He shuddered in response.

"Why are you not being obedient? Only when you answer me, can I stop this." She hissed frustrated unable to restrain the slight shake in her voice, before pulling on his golden locks in anger till the roots darkened with dried up blood could be seen.

"Lady Bellatrix, a phone call just came from the other group informing us that they might have found some leads on Oliver Callum's location." She turned around to find her assistant Brian looking at her awaiting orders as he closed off the phone call. She nodded relieved letting Victor's head lay on the cold floor

"Good. All the men except Brian and Chris head to where they are and help them out. If we learned anything new, Brian will inform you. Don't return except with Oliver's head." I said with glinting eyes lusting for the blood of the man who dared try and trick her. They bowed before heading out with their guns in hand. Brian and Chris stood by her side obediently.

"What should we do with him? Cut off a few limbs?" Chris asked seriously, his hand reaching for the knife hiding under his belt. She laughed standing up to circle around Victor's twitching body.

"There is no point, this one is tough. We will only have a dead lump of meat and no information by the end of it." She could not help the proud tone from slipping into her voice. He was once her partner in bed, she would expect nothing less.

She stared at him, abused by the undying cruelty of her dead heart but still longing for her touch. Something glittered under the chains binding him, almost invisible under the layers of blood. She raised his chin roughly to check it out, pushing the chains around his neck away to find a necklace laying limply there. She gritted my teeth as she felt a jolt in my chest once I realized what it was. The golden skull that she once gave to him.

She ran a crimson nail along its black unseeing eyes that seemed to be mocking her, wanting to just destroy it along with all the memories it triggered. She clenched her fingers around it.

"Don't!" He shouted suddenly sensing her malicious desires even with his sight taken by blindfold. She dropped the little skull caught off guard. He bent his neck protectively trying his best to keep the necklace out of my reach even if he was bound helplessly. She stood there speechless before grinning madly like a Cheshire cat.

"Lets change tactics." She said shrugging off her coat letting it fall with a thud on the floor. Chris immediately bent down to retrieve it while she stood proudly in a backless tight white dress that had a slit from the waist down. Her attire seemed so out of place in the room filled with nothing but blood, vomit and filth. The colorful skull tattoo decorating her back was visible, the undeniable evidence that she was the one and only mistress of the Skull Killers Gang.

"Brian and Chris, Guard the door." She said without sparing them a glance, staring fixedly on Victor who turned his head blindly to the direction of her thrilled voice.

"Didn't you always say you loved how I look in white?" She said seductively once she heard the click of the door being closed behind her men. He thrashed again against the chains, rubbing his face onto the chains trying to take the blindfold off. She grinned like a widely once she reached his level.

"Too bad it has been stained with your blood then." She whispered in his ear as she tangled her fingers between his curls tightly. Full lips stroked down his cheek causing them to be coated with a mix of lipstick and blood. But she did not mind, it suited the killer that she was. She then sank her teeth gently that was beginning to swell. He hissed but still did not try to pull away from the clasps of her teeth. She wanted him to scream and push her away but he just bared with it, refusing to let go like always. She pulled back licking my teeth.

"I told you before if you stayed by my side, I just might kill you. Maybe I should show you that I always keep my promises."

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