VegasPete One-Shots

Villains Are Made, Not Born

Basically, just Vegas being the crazy bastard that he is.

-Related to episode 7 of Kinnporsche-

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TRIGGER WARNING - Graphic descriptions of torture

-Vegas-

As I kept watching Big hitting one of Don's men, I couldn't help but chuckle. Amateurs. Is this what you call getting information out of someone, oh Almighty Kinn?

Pathetic.

"Let me try," I said to the awaiting crowd.

"What are you going to do, Mr. Vegas?" Asked one of Kinn's bodyguards.

"I've got my own method," I said, briefcase at hand, moving closer to the victim.

I opened it up, showing everyone a transparent raincoat and a variety of different torture tools, perfect for removing nails, teeth, and bones.

"I think you all should go wait outside, you could lose your appetite," I added while putting the coat on expertly, covering my whole body so my clothes would not get bloody. After watching everyone get out, I removed the black sack that was hanging on the goon's head and got closer and closer to his body, examining my newly found canvas. I felt excitement running through my veins.

This would be fun.

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Since I could remember, I liked seeing people in pain. Moreover, I liked causing them pain.

Dad used to beat the shit out of me, leaving me bruised and bloody for days to come. Hanging by a thread, I could only moan in pain, hidden in my room, away from the house staff, away from Macau. Father didn't want him to see, and neither did I. He always seemed too young, too weak. So dad didn't bother with him.

That was my only consolation.

As the years passed by it also progressed to sexual abuse. Dad used to sell me off to his clients. Made me sleep with them to cut some deals.

'You're already a disgusting Homosexual, why would you care who you sleep with. If you're already opening your legs for men like a slut, at least gain something out of it, for the family,' he used to say.

Days were filled with pain, months with darkness, and years were remembered as pitch black.

My mental state was long broken, long gone. Pain was unnoticeable at this point. Fear became just a whisper, a shadow, a grim memory of the past.

My soul was long forgotten, cast away.

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The man's face was bloodied after receiving Big's attention. Grinning at him, unfazed by his shocked reaction, I picked up the long nose pliers that were lying in the briefcase. "So, tell me... where can I find Don?" I asked hovering over him. The man didn't talk. Huh. So this is how you want to play. Alright. My hand reached out to hold his wrist, straightening his palm.

"Eany, meeny, miny, moe, catch a tiger by the... toe-" and when I reached the last word I brought the plier to his index finger and cut it off.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," the man shouted, blood dripping from his finger.

I smiled.

The metallic smell of blood sure does make me excited.

"Well then, got anything to say?"

"I don't know anything, I swear!"

"Mhm... big boys shouldn't lie.... especially if they want to keep their fingers attached," I grabbed his thumb and cut it off. I kept adding more pressure until I could hear his bone break. He moaned in pain.

Wonderful.

"Stop... please... I don't know anything!" The man begged.

My hold moved to his middle finger and I cut it off just the same. "Well, well... I can keep going the whole day, but I don't know about you," I said while smirking, "pity, you have beautiful fingers. Should I move to the other hand?" I asked while grabbing his left-hand wrist.

"No! Please! I'll tell you everything I know. I don't know where the gang's headquarters are located and where Don lives, but I do know that he's about to buy a lot of drugs from Big Wang."

"Is that so?" I asked. But why couldn't I feel satisfied? I felt the need to hurt him some more. To harm him.

I returned the pliers to the briefcase and got a scalpel and 15mm curled tweezers.

I brought the scalpel to his neck, traveling down his neckline. He began to panic but didn't dare to move, afraid that I would cut his neck and leave him to bleed.

I could see him wincing in pain, breathing abnormally, blood kept sweeping down from his broken and torn fingers.

I removed the scalpel from his neck. I'm not going to kill him. Not now. I need to have some fun first.

Moving closer to his right ear, I held him steady and plunged the scalpel into his eardrum. My other hand brought the 15mm tweezers to his eardrum membrane that was already torn off and started scavenging around for important internal bones.

He screamed.

Huh. What is that?

My tweezers seemed to find something interesting.

'The Malleus, what a great trophy' I thought while looking at the prized possession that my tweezers had caught.

The man fainted from the pain.

I turned around to see Kinn's bodyguards looking away, one caught my eyes in particular.

His eyes kept staring at me, gaze never wandering, a serious expression plastered on his face.

Pete, isn't it?

Interesting.

"He spoke," I said out loud.

This should satisfy me.

For now.

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*Malleus is a small bone attached to the inner surface of the eardrum.