The Twins Almighty

Chapter 14

HERA POV (surprise)

Blood and death. That's all I've ever known.

I was presumed dead by everyone. Held captive by the American Mafia somehow in Russia till I messed up.

The only two people I cared for, Juno and Venus thought I was dead.

To be honest, so did I.

-Flashback-

I wake up when I feel a searing pain on the side of my head.

I groan as I try and reach for my head when I realize I'm shackled down to the floor.

I look around confused as I try to remember what happened.

'I climbed the gate...' I look down and realize that my leg is bent at an odd angle.

'They probably numbed me up...' I facepalm as I realize what happened.

I had been locked up by the American Mafia leader when I tried to help the girls escape.

'They probably thought that the drugs they gave me would knock me out...' little did they know I was immune to almost every drug out there except for one.

'That's why I have a splitting headache' I groan.

I look around trying to assess how I'm supposed to leave this place.

I'm in a small room, concrete walls and a steel floor. There's a steel door and a small window to my right.

'Could I squeeze through there?...' I was about to try it when the door flung open.

There he stood.

Gideon Gissero. Leader of the American Mafia.

I mustered up my coldest glare as I stared at him.

"Aw, you don't look so happy to see me" he shot me a lazy smile.

I didn't say anything knowing that if I did, he'd probably cut out my tongue.

"Now now, I just want to ask a few questions."

He then motioned with his hands and two guards came in with a metal table and a leather pouch.

They left as quickly as they came in as he started to unravel the pouch.

I stared at him realizing that he was going to torture me to death.

-TW gore(??)-

"Alright. First question..." he unsheathed a knife as he started twirling it around in his hand.

"Who sent you?" He asked now, his lazy grin replaced with a harsh expression.

I just stared at him holding back a smile.

You see, I had been trained since I was 2 to withstand any type of torture. This would be fun.

"Alright then, since you don't want to answer."

He took the knife and plunged it into my side.
I sucked in a breath as I tried to keep my cool.

He began bringing the knife down till it was a long gash on my side.

I stared at him gritting my teeth. Over my dead body was I about to cry in front of him.

He didn't seem to like my expression, seeing as he began to punch me harshly in the face.