An Addicted fanfiction.(18+)
This story is focusing on three different couples. HaiYin being the main one.
Warning:⚠️
This book contains: Boy Love, Rough Sex, Extreme Violence, Control Games, Alcohol Drinking, Profanity, Unhealthy Relationships and...
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"You got that backwards Colonel, you have no idea who you are dealing with."
Gu Hai circled the bed and pulled a chair, taking a seat next to Shi Pai's shoulders, toying with a jagged two-bladed knife in one hand and slamming Shi Pai's right palm on the nightstand with the other, playing a barbaric game of Russian roulette, moving the knife in tremendous speed between the Colonel's five fingers.
"You will never be able to obtain any proof of what took place here today," he continued, not taking his intense gaze off the knife, "We deleted the street cameras footage without the possibility of recovering it, also, this sweetie pie of a substance is undetected in the bloodstream, the only thing the doctors will find is that somehow you turned disabled."
Tick, tick, tick.
Shi Pai's pulse imitated the rhythm of the knife who flew between his fingers, rapid, strong, hurting, threatening to cut them off without any prior notice.
His nostrils flared, his hand clutching the nightstand, knowing too well that his life depends on it, he didn't dare to move, struck with terror he admitted defeat and begged for mercy.
"Okay," he hollered, "We will stay away from your family, we will never touch Bai Luo Yin again, just let us go and you will never see us again."
"Let you go?" Gu Hai asked, his tone low, his expression deadly, "But I am just getting started."
The image of Bai Luo Yin all wrapped up in casts and bandages hounded the vengeful husband shoving him into a tank of madness locking him in, his fists shook, his fevered stare uttered absolute darkness.
He thumped both Shi Pai's palms on the nightstand with a deafening roar and sliced the air with the knife all the way down, stabbing his fingers, chopping off both of the Colonel's middle fingers, assuring the world that this man will not be able to flip anybody off even once more in his lifetime.
But the blood pouring down on the floor and Shi Pai crying out for forgiveness, howling regret did not satisfy him, with bloodshot eyes he took a hold of the baseball bat once more, birching it into Shi Pai's arms and stomach, detonating what left intact, making the job for the Colonel's doctors a hundred times harder.
His veins throbbed, menacing to explode and erode everyone and everything down with them, he turned around and grabbed the barrel full of gasoline from the corner of the room, swung it with one swift move, emptying it all on the Colonel's broken body, he then took out a pure-silver lighter from his pocket and lit it.
He monitored Shi Pai who clutched his own throat, choking on saliva, blood and gasoline mixed together, he coughed and coughed, his green eyes pleading, imploring for redemption.
Choke dipshit choke!
He advanced toward him with the lighter still lit, ready to turn the whole place into a blazing wild fire and burn it all to the ground.
