Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Twenty Seven

Trigger Warning: Explicit Violence and Torture

You stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, your hands tucked into the pockets of your coat and the collar sitting up. You radiate dominate, powerful energy, intimidating the men around you as you hold your head high, the screams doing nothing. You blink with boredom, watching Sebastian torture Russo.

However, it's not working. No matter how loud he screams with agony, he won't speak, he won't deter from his 'I don't know where Angelo is'. You grow impatient, an hour had already passed since he started, two since you brought Russo here. Two hours of wasted time.

You shrug your coat off, rolling the sleeves of Rossi's expensive designer shirt. It gives you the slightest sense of comfort, being consumed with his scent. Running a hand through your hair, you walk up to Sebastian, glancing down to Russo's bludgeoned state. "What are ya doing?" Sebastian asks, his head tilted to look at you.

"Your fucking job apparently." You growl, daring him to say something else. He looks up at Ingram, who nods, telling him to back down.

Sebastian stands back, wiping the blood off his hands. You tsk at the damage on Russo's face, a dark glint in your eye at his amused expression. You hold an emotionless look, gripping his jaw and yanking his head back. The claw rings dig into his skin, drawing blood from the immense amount of pressure applied.

He winces at the pain, but you just tighten your grip. "I am going to give you one more chance to tell me where he is, otherwise I'm going to make your life a living, fucking, hell. Do you understand me?"

Fear flashes in his eyes at your deadly tone. The men shift uncomfortably, Sebastian and Ingram sharing a look; she's back. Russo masks his panic with hate, opting to spit in your face. You close your eyes, your blood boiling and your body shaking with rage. Standing back, you walk over to the chain and lower the pulley block down from the roof.

Going back over to Russo, you grab a fistful of his hair and haul him up, not caring for ripping his scalp, as you then hoist his bound hands upwards and slide them into the clevis hook. Using his initiative, Sebastian begins pulling on the chain, raising Russo into the air.

His legs flail, his body dangling. Approaching the tool bench, you pick up a small blade, sauntering over to Russo with a sadistic smirk. You don't say anything, cutting open his shirt and not caring if the blade slices into his skin, blood dripping down his legs and into the ground.

You let the material hang loosely, revealing his tattoo that makes him in Angelo's family. Running the blade down his skin, you chuckle at the goosebumps that explode in the wake, especially as you inch closer and closer to the ink. Once you reach it, you cut into his flesh, his screams falling on deaf ears as you slice a circle around the tattoo.

You pause for a moment, hoping that maybe he'll talk and this can be over with, but he doesn't. Releasing an exasperated sigh, you hook your index finger under the skin, the sharp point of the claw ring piercing the raw flesh underneath. You have a psychotic look on your eye, staring at him as he screams in pain, the blade slowly removing the ink. 

"You know," You start, dropping the dead skin to the ground. "You can stab someone multiple times without actually killing them. My boss was stabbed nine times, for several hours, and he's alive and well. Let's see if I can remember the correct placing, hmm?" 

You switch knives, stalking toward Russo who hangs with his head low. "I heard it goes in easier if you relax." You murmur, the blade resting on his skin, before you plunge it into his abdomen, mimicking Hotch's wounds. 

Blood runs down your fingers, staining your hand as it travels to the ground, creating a pool. You scrunch your face in disgust, hoping Russo doesn't carry and diseases. His breathing becomes shallow, as he endures the stabbings with a wheeze, unable to form a scream. You retract the knife, stepping back to admire the artwork and trying to remember the scars on Foyet.