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I leaned on the metal doors with a cigar laying in between my lips, enjoying the tortured scream from behind the door. Amara was one who was truly gifted in torturing others, she could make even the toughest of men sing their secrets out like a canary. I heard the crackling of a whip followed by piercing scream and choked sobbing, I subconsciously touched my back, the place where countless whips have touched. I waited for a moment or two for any sounds, I heard footsteps approaching and I moved from the door "Is he dead yet" I asked Amara looking at her hands and face coated with blood, I dipped into my pocket removing a handkerchief and tossing it to her. "Not yet, I'm having so much fun with him" by the wicked grin she was sporting I knew she indeed enjoying his haunted like screams, I hummed in response to her words "Did he talk" "More than I liked" I raised my brow in question "who knew bringing out bloody pliers would scare him into telling me his family tree." A small smirk tugged my lips "Let's go tell hailee the good news" she gave the bloody handkerchief to a passing maid before marching downstairs. I took in one last Puff of watching the smoke dance in the air.
I opened the door, looking at the lumpy bloody human infront of me, if I had a heart maybe I'd pity him or feel empathy. I grabbed him by his hair raising his head, blood dripped from his nose, his once nice nose now crooked. "Tsk tsk" I shook my head at the masterpiece that she had created, I dropped his head and walked out straight to Hailee's office. I opened the door with out knocking and Charity shivered "Oof, I wondered why the air suddenly turned chilly" I gave her a small grin because it was all I could muster "Feet off the table Katana" charity and katana were like cat and dog, Hailee looked up from the paper she was holding and glared at Katana's feet on her table "sorry" katana coughed and sheepishly put her legs down, if there was one person who collective scared to living shit out of all of us it was Hailee. She was as warm as she could be cold. "Who sent them Mara" Hailee asked "Marcello" everyone eye's directed to Katana, she rubbed the back of her neck shrinking in guilt "What exactly did you do in Spain Katana" She laughed nervously "I kinda maybe sorta stole his drug shipment." "Maltido infirerno" , II chuckled softly at the sound of Hailee's groaning, I turned to Katana "Por qué" meaning why in Spanish. "I was bored" charity looked at katana like she had gone mad, the truth is we all had lost our screws just some more than others "What did you do with" charity asked, I glanced at Amara who was quiet, she was flicked the pocket knife which had hers and Marcello initials engraved in it, she dated Marcello for the longest of time and even though he was a fucking puta "Estas bien" I asked her aiming my knife at a fly pestering me "Si" I nodded and threw my knife perfectly aiming at the fly on the wall "Nice shot " I nodded at Katana's words "what do we do about Marcello " Amara froze "what ever you do, remember he's mine to torture" she gave a sadistic grin and walked probably planning ways to make him eat his words. We all said our goodbyes walking to our respective rooms leaving Hailee in her office.
I opened my bedroom door looking at the cold mattress which hadn't been slept for days, I walked to the chair close to the window overlooking the city, I poured my self a glass of bourbon to wash down my sleeping pills
