Tied to the devil

Sadistic

Carlos POV

"What's his name?" I ask walking into the warehouse. "Antonio, he's deeply linked with Tyrone through his brother, I don't know how they know eachother though" Mario replies.

"Okay. Let's hope he will give us some information, or I will have way too much fun hurting the fucker" I chuckle.

This part of my job has always been easy to enjoy since I was young; anyone who didn't know anything about this world would think I am a sadist.

The lights flicker on as I go into what my men like to call the 'relish dungeon' basically a torture room.

The tied up beaten man sits bloody slumped in the metal chair; I think he has been here for a few days, but I don't keep track.

One of my soldiers said he wouldn't talk even after all the torture they did to him, so I guess it's my turn to make him crack. My reputation sometimes scares them into talking straight away but it would be nice to hurt him before he spills.

I pick up the bucket of water chucking it over his resting body, his coughs and splutters fill the room. His head pops up, his eyes surging with fear and desperation.

Ooooo, this is going to be fun.

"Quindi devi essere Antonio, piacere di conoscerti" (So, you must be Antonio, it's nice to meet you) I smirk sadistically. "Il d-diavolo" he stammers nervously, his voice shaky with panic. I haven't heard the name people use for me in a while.

He is definitely worried. As he should be.

"Sapete chi sono. Tutte cose buone spero?" (You know who I am, all good things I hope?) I chuckle standing right above him making him feel so small and helpless compared to me.

I circle the chair with long strides, "Penso che tu sappia come funziona, ma preferiresti la via facile o quella difficile?" (I think you know how this works but would you prefer the easy way or the hard way?) I propose tantalisingly.

I pick up the tweezers from the tray; the secret to torture is to start small so they think they can handle it, but it just drags out their pain. Its so much fun when they give in.

He squirms in the chair, tugging on the restraints. "So, what do you choose?" I smirk the glee evident in my tone. He stays silent fear radiating from the bastard.

"Fine by me" I say grabbing his wrist and placing the tweezers on his middle fingernail. Struggling in his seat, I pinch hard on his nail yanking it out. His screams fill the room, blood bursting from the skin.

"Dov'è Tyrone?"(Where is Tyrone?) I spit in his face, making him flinch away. God I'm enjoying this, and we have only just started.
"VAFFANCULO!" (FUCK YOU!) he seethes, I chuckle in response finding his attempt to threaten me hilarious.

The thing is he knows he isn't coming out of this alive, so I have all the power. I don't think I will ever understand why they don't just give up straight away it saves them pain before there inevitable demise.

I pull out another three fingernails, his cries like a baby, ringing in my ears. I am definitely going to make this prick shut up now, his mear voice is pissing me off.

"Hai intenzione di collaborare?" (Are you going to cooperate?) I say staring at the exhausted fucker. He doesn't respond so I pick up a cloth from the side stuffing it in his mouth.

"Immagino che tu non voglia parlare allora, nessun problema posso farti stare zitto" (I guess you don't want to talk then, no problem I can make you quiet) I joke.

I grab the water from the side coming close the fear filled man, what a child. He shakes his head dramatically from side to side, his shouts muffled by the cloth. "Nessuno ti aiuterà, coglione" (No one's going to help you, cunt) I snigger at Antonio.