Compelled | h.s. AU

six

A/N
I would just like to remind everyone that this is a DARK fanfiction and will include severe violence, abuse of drugs/alcohol, talks about serious topics such as mental health, sexual assaults,etc. I don't in any way want to make anyone uncomfortable with these topics and descriptive violence because that will never be my intentions. However, if any of things above make you feel weird or uncomfortable, I would highly suggest stop reading before hitting this chapter and there is a lot more gruesome themes to come in the future. i love you <3

Trigger Warning: Gruesome/Extreme violence, blood, use of weapons!!

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Scream

The abhorrent scent of blood was heavy and revolting; probably my seventh sense by the amount I've witnessed.

The metallic iron sits in your stomach, becoming sickening to point where you can barely breathe without tasting salt.

This large, enclosed four concrete wall was now a deepened wine color and our new occasions were a blended cranberry color. One ceiling lamp was the only way I could see the terrified prisoners, no windows. The wooden door was nearly off its hinges because of how dilapidated and forsaken the owner left it. This misery room was located underground an abandoned bar, right outside the city.

Sounds of excruciating groans and cries echoed around me, appearing louder than usual.

"You know, you're lasting longer than any of the guys I've fucked." Slowly I drag the sharpened knife down my index finger.

Laurence called me this morning and said he had a man for me to take care of. Tonight was supposed to be a good night of sleep or focus on the sudden circumstance we suffered earlier. But from what I'm observing...everyone is back to their normal routines.

Yet, here I am, stuck at the establishment whilst diverting my attention back to the dickhead in front of me. Sweet Chuck thought it was a good idea to follow us to our hidden precinct and record our earlier task.

Men. So oblivious and stupid.

"Would you rather me kill you with my bare hands or a gun? I am up with any option" I crotch down in front of him, keeping the stern gaze in tact.

"You are a psychotic bitch!" Chuck shouted and tried everything to get free from the rope I tied him in. Funny, he thinks he's going to get out.

"For the past hour I have found out your mothers name and where you live. But the priceless information I need, you won't budge. Give us the video Chuck or...what was your mother's name again. Margaret? I heard she's a sweet lady..I wonder how'd it feel if I just accidentally drove my knife through her heart."

"Stay away from her! I w-" The fear in his hazel eyes gave me the crisp goosebumps I crave every night. I cut the boring sentence off by hardly hammering the butt of the knife into his greasy forehead. His eyes rolled into the back of his head whilst screaming bloody murder.

Pshh, what a crybaby

"Tell me what to do again and I'll have zero hesitation to shove it through your brain." I clicked my tongue as walking over to the arrangement of weapons; hovering my finger over the many options of deathly torture.

Torture was one of my favorites. Typically I just get bare information and kill who I am assigned to; but I love the feeling of seeing others suffer through the drowning agony.

I decide on the classic black dagger but with my personal favorite accessory: a gold bat just below the bolster.

My black combat boots gradually lead me back towards the tied up chair whilst using my finger as a leverage to tip his chin up. The feared brown eyes stare up at my face and I softly spoor the sharp point down his fading jawline.