his dark obsession

bow to the blood queen

Angelmarie POV

We enter one of Vlad's warehouses, which sat in the middle of the harbor on the outside of the city, surrounded by big bodies of water. The harbor was relatively empty except for a few ocean containers that looked rusted from the New York rain.

From the outside, the warehouse looked abandoned with broken windows, boarded-up doors, and chipped paint, but that's just a front for what was underneath it. According to Vlad, underneath the concrete floors of this warehouse was what he had deemed 'the pit'—a special place where he would bring enemies who pissed him off, trying to take over his territory, those who disrespected him, or the ones who were plain disloyal.

From the back of Vlad's Street 750 Harley Davidson motorcycle, I stared up at the huge, dark building.

"Come, my queen, it's showtime," Vlad smirked menacingly, not waiting for a reply to his statement as he walked towards the warehouse, his hand finding my lower back as we walked side by side. His crew dismounted their bikes, also following behind us, eager to see if their leader had chosen well. Because in order to be his queen, I needed to be seen as just as ruthless as him and win their respect, though it wasn't needed, I still wanted it on my own, not on the strength of being "Vladimir Petrovski's woman."

As we strolled calmly to the warehouse, approaching the rusty door, a lanky, pale, armed man made his way into view before speaking to Vlad in Russian and looked at us. He shouted something at someone inside the door in Russian before moving out of the way to let us pass. His eyes slithered up and down my full figure, staring longer than he should, smiling. At first glance, the inside of the warehouse was dark and dusty, looking like no one had disturbed anything inside it in a long time. But the back of the warehouse was a different story.

Making our way to the back of the house, I saw a thick metal door come into view. Feeling his hand move from its place on my lower back, I saw him sliding in the key card and entering soundlessly as cries of pain echoed through the space. I closed my eyes, savoring them for what they were.

Music created by a master. My monster.

"Please," the man begs. I registered his voice as the man who was spying on me in the bathroom. He was chained to a chair against the wall. His face was bleeding, probably from a broken nose, as many cuts and bruises marred his body. A yellow pool was under him, and by the disgusting smell, it was urine. He trembled all over while his gaze focused on Vasily, who was wiping off his bloody knuckles and grabbing a towel to remove the blood droplets from his face, clucking his tongue.

"I bet you regret looking at the boss's woman. Tell me, was it worth it?"

The man finally registered our presence, and he kicked on the chair, trying to get out, although it was useless. "Boss, please, Vlad, have mercy," he choked out. Yeah, right. This useless fucker... deserves his punishment.

"You finally joined us. You want in on him, брат (brother), before I finish? I'm growing bored now," Vasily said.

Saying nothing, Vlad moved forward, grabbing a knife from the table with a slightly curved blade. He went behind the fucker's back and placed the tip of his weapon on the shoulder, near the vein but not touching it.

Studying his movement, I saw him press it deep enough to give pain and draw blood, but light enough to not cause aggressive bleeding. This was different than just randomly stabbing someone. I saw clearly that Vlad liked to take his time and make a sick art out of killing his victims so they suffered.

"So fucking beautiful," my mind screamed out.

He then proceeded to slide the knife on the skin as blood slowly came to the surface. The man cried out in pain, begging for help that would never come. Once he was done, he did something unexpected. He stepped back, dropping the bloody knife on the table, before, quick as lightning, snapping the man's neck.