THE DEVIL HERSELF | NYX ULRIC [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

DIECI

ELENA

"MI hai causato un grande disagio" You have caused me a great inconvenience Elena said as she propped her elbows onto the table, resting her chin onto the knuckles of her intertwined hands. A man knelt before her, head bowed in either respect or fear but it was safe to assume it was both.

"Voglio che tu mi dica," I want you to tell me, Elena paused, letting out a heavy sigh as she tilted her head at him. "Come diavolo è riuscito a rubarti uno straniero?" How the hell did a foreigner manage to steal from you?

"È stato un momento di debolezza, signora" It was a moment of weakness, madam The man said, bowing his head in embarrassment. "Dammi la possibilità di prenderlo" Give me a chance to catch him

"Non ce n'è bisogno" There's no need for that Elena said with a shake of her head. She frowned at him, thinking of an appropriate punishment for the man. "L'ho già preso" I already caught him

"Allora lascia che ti dimostri che non permetterò che succeda di nuovo!" Then let me prove to you that I won't let this happen again! The man said, raising his head to look at her. "Chiedo una seconda possibilità-" I ask for a second chance-

"Una seconda possibilità?" A second chance? Elena repeated, laughing in disbelief. "Una seconda possibilità per cosa? Una seconda possibilità per un altro uomo di rubarti" A second chance to what? A second chance for another man to steal from you

"Per favore, signora!" Please, madam!

"Mi conosci, Angelo," You know me, Angelo, Elena sighed, leaning back into the leather office chair. "Non do seconde possibilità" I don't give second chances

"L'avrei lasciato andare se fosse stata un'auto rubata o prodotti da uno dei miei negozi ma no," I would have let this go if it were a stolen car, or products from one of my stores but no, Elena said, waving her hands around as she spoke. "Sono stati rubati cento pacchetti di cocaina" A hundred packets of cocaine was stolen

"Sei fortunato che mio padre non l'abbia ancora scoperto" You're lucky my father hasn't found out about this yet Angelo shuddered at the mention of her father, the infamous Don Leonetti, a man you'd never cross. "Ma abbastanza sfortunato da farmi sentire a riguardo" But unlucky enough for me to hear about it

"Will you get your hands off me?" Their conversation was interrupted by a few men entering the office, a man being roughly handled, his hands cuffed behind him.

"What the fuck is this?" The redhead said, as he glanced around the room. "I don't know what kind of roleplay, kinky type of shit this is but I don't want any part of it"

"What's your name?" Elena said, disregarding his snide comment.

"Tredd, Tredd Furia" The redhead reluctantly answered but at least he was smart enough to comply and dumb enough to answer her truthfully.

"Well, Mr. Furia" Elena said, leaning closer onto the table. "You have stolen something of mine"

"Oh, I know what this is about," Tredd chuckled as he grinned at Elena. "This is about the cocaine I stole from Angelo, isn't it?"

"And seeing how angry you are, I'm guessing you're the boss around here" Tredd said but there was no fear in his eyes. He looked at Elena with eyes that held disrespect. "No wonder Angelo didn't notice the missing packets, he has a woman bossing him around"

"Tell me, sweetheart, whose dick did you suck to get that position?" An angered Dante took a step towards him, his pistol drawn. Elena paused him with a raise of her hand, finding Tredd amusing. "What's the word people around here use to call women like you?"

"Ah, a puttana" Elena chuckled, letting out a humorless laugh. She didn't know if she should admire his boldness, or stupidity, you be the judge. But she had to give it to him, he wasn't easily intimidated. If they were under different circumstances, he would have been recruited into the mafia. Too bad he wasn't Italian.

Too bad he was a thief.

Too bad he was misogynistic.

Elena pulled a pistol hidden under her coat, aiming at Tredd's thigh and shooting without any hesitation. She placed the gun on the desk, watching as the redhead whimpered helplessly on the ground, a pool of blood forming under him.

"You bitch!" He groaned as he curled into himself.

"You certainly have a dirty mouth," Elena said as she stood up from her seat. She walked over to him, stepping onto his wound. "What should we do about that?"

"Fuck you!" Tredd spat, a ball of spit landing a few inches away from her.

"You sure do know how to make a girl blush" Elena grinned at him, kneeling down to his level. She roughly grabbed his face by the chin, eyes trained onto his mouth. "I should clean the disrespect out of your mouth"

"Alzalo" Get him up Elena said as he stood up, moving to exit the office.

"E Angelo, signora?" What about Angelo, madam? Elena paused, glancing at Angelo, Without a second thought, she gave her order. "Sparagli" Shoot him

"No, signora-!" No, madam-! Elena didn't flinch when Dante shot him dead, a bullet embedded into his skull. She exited the office, walking through the building as countless employees jumped out of her way, not wanting to face her wrath.

They arrived at the building's basement, a cold and empty place. The area was barren, save for a few... equipment here and there, and a couple light bulbs to light the place. Elena motioned to a worn out wooden chair as she spoke. "Legalo" Tie him down

"Let go of me, you stupid bitch!" Elena watched as Tredd struggled against her men's hold, hopelessly trying to free himself from their grasp. When they were done securing the redhead onto the chair, Dante handed her a piece of cloth.

"It's such a shame to have a pretty face go to waste" Elena took a step towards him with a cloth in hand. She rested a hand behind him, leaning closer to him as she smiled. She tightly wrapped the cloth around his head, obscuring his vision. Elena then pushed the chair, tipping it until it roughly fell backwards.

She was handed a jug of water but Elena shook her head. "Voglio usare la benzina" I want to use gasoline

Her men were quick to respond, with Dante immediately replacing the water with gasoline as the others went to fetch more containers of gasoline for the mafioso. Elena unscrewed the container as she stood over Tredd, pouring the contents onto Tredd's face.

Tredd sputtered, struggling to keep the gasoline out of his mouth. He shook his head from side to side, attempting to avoid the gasoline. Elena tsked, lowering herself onto him until she sat on top of him.

She gripped his jaw, pouring the gasoline directly into his mouth. Tredd's screams were muffled by the liquid, spilling the gasoline all over the place. It stained Elena's clothes, the scent sticking to her.

After a couple of more rounds of waterboarding the poor man, Elena was finally satisfied. She let out a pleased sigh, smiling as she stood up. She reeked of gasoline, but that didn't matter to her since it was an easy fix.

"Brucialo" Burn him

MARCH 27,2021

edited: APRIL 09, 2021; APRIL 14, 2021; MARCH 18, 2022

*puttana- prostitute, whore