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♛ A T L A S ♛

The rings on my fingers meet the skin on his jawline, punch after punch until I'm sure I've torn a whole part of his flesh. My rings are covered in his blood, I would take them off because they are far too valuable to be wasted on a worthless man such as the one right in front of me. I have spare ones anyways. If I took them off it'd hurt him less, and after all the things he's done, all he deserves is to suffer.

He grunts and lurches forward as he takes a punch to his kidney, hurts like a bitch. I'm satisfied when I see the skin around him peeling off leaving nothing but his raw bloodied skin that is most likely stinging due to the open air.

"You know some of the things I hate, Mr. Connor?" I ask, not bothering to move my wet hair away from my eyes and push it away from sticking to my sweat covered face.

Mr. Connor shakes his head in an attempt to uncuff himself from the wired gate he's hooked on to. Normally I prefer verbal answers because I don't like taking advantage of people, but giving his situation I don't think it's likely he'll be able to speak with swollen lips and less than 12 teeth still in his mouth.

He looks like he's in a lot of pain, his entire face bruised and dripping with blood and his body in an even worse state. He could pass out at any moment, die perhaps. If only there were someone who felt bad for him, but everyone knows about the consequences that come with double crossing me. 

Obviously, no one lives to tell the tale.

And with a punch to his jaw once more, I say, "I'll answer that for you. I hate being lied to," That comes with a punch to the nose. "I hate being betrayed," pulling out my knife, I cut a fine line through his left eye, earning a sharp scream from him as the flesh starts to remove itself. "And I sure as hell hate being taken for a fool," I slice another line over his left eye forming a trickling 'X' of blood.

He screams even louder this time, the tears don't cease to stop streaming down from his eyes as well as the blood. "I- I- I had to the- they said they were going to ki- kill me," he stammers, blood spluttering out each time he utters a word.

"For fuck's sake stop fucking stuttering," I demand with a laugh followed after. My blood was boiling and I was livid- but seeing him in this state made up for it- the fact that he thought what they would do to him if he hadn't betrayed me would be worse than what I was doing and going to do to him.

"Trust me, Derek, you're going to wish you had told them you couldn't do it," I stepped closer, the knife to his neck as I sliced three faint cuts alongside it; he clenched his teeth to sustain the scream urging to come out. "Because what I'm about to do is going to be worse than death." I smile as I see him visibly shudder at my statement. "You're going to even wish they just killed you."

"I truly hate that you have to leave this world so soon, but before you go, who told you to betray me?" I knew already, of course, I just wanted to hear him say it. It would at least make me know he regrets what he did. I want to do it.

"If you tell me, I might spare you," I negotiated, which, of course, was a lie. There was no way in hell I was letting this sorry son of a bitch get away with anything.

"And just so you know, Derek, betraying me is one big thing of disrespect on its own. But cheating on your wife, that's a whole different level of disrespect." He couldn't even bring himself to spare a glance at me, he was disappointed in himself; ashamed of all that he did and for it all to go to waste and at the cost of his life which no one cared enough to save.

He was taking too long to answer, panting for breath and any way he could breath. I make sure it's extra hard for that to happen as I strike another blow to his already crooked nose. The blood was now rushing down his nose like a bloody waterfall.