The first time it happened, Capri thought it was just bad luck.
The second time someone attempted to kidnap her, she thought it was just a coincidence.
But when it happened again, she knows for sure someone is actively trying to get to her. Not kn...
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Capri
"Now, do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?" He pulled up a metal trolley that I hadn't noticed before and set it next to me.
My throat felt tight when I saw the content of said trolley. Suffice to say that this is his torture trolley. There lies various knives and pliers and hammers of all shapes and sizes. I'm not much into pain and suffering and I can tell you right now, the sight of all those tools was enough to make me want to let him have whatever he wanted. I'm not even going to put up a fight, he can have everything as long as he leaves me alone.
I mean, I'm loyal to no one but myself. There's no need for these medieval interrogation techniques. All he needs to do is ask and I shall answer.
The Russian giant handed him an apron which he proceeded to put on.
"Normally, I hate to get my hands dirty. Blood doesn't wash off easily. But for you, I'll make an exception."
"Really? I think you've got the wrong person. I'm no one special." I tried to make a joke out of the dire situation. Maybe I'll see a way out if I can keep him talking.
"Oh, but you are. I still need to repay you for what you did to me the last time we met. You really hurt me plemyannitsa." (niece)
Niece? Who's this guy calling me niece? If he's really my uncle, he must be some kind of shit uncle to take pleasure in hurting his own blood.
"When Alex first found you, my first instinct was to kill you. Finish what I failed to do all those years ago." He said as he picked out a small knife from the trolley. The blade looks thin and very sharp. Holding it in his hands, he studied the blade and pressed the sharp edges gently against his finger.
"But then, I found out that you're Capricorn." He chuckled and shook his head in amusement. Blood seeps out from his finger despite it barely touching his skin showing the sharpness of the tool.
"I knew you were smart. But, Capricorn. Fate is a funny thing." He sucked on his finger to stop the bleeding.
"Look, I have never met you. I don't even know who you are. And I definitely don't know who this angel you're looking for is. Just... Just let me go and we'll forget this ever happened. How about that?" I never like to beg. But when you have no cards left, words are all you have to work with.
"Hmm. I'm not feeling it with this one. How about we start with the pliers." He smirks as he puts down the knife and picks out one of the pliers. He grips both handles and opens and closes them a few times. Taunting me of how he might use it on me.
"Should we start with your nails? Such pretty little nails." He brings the pincers close to one of my nails. I can tell that the threat is real and he would actually go through with pulling out my nails.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Can't we talk about this? I need my fingers for work. And they can't work if they are in pain." I panic. And I know he knows it.
"How about these toes then? So cute. They would look better covered in blood, no?"
