Demon's Physco obsession

The Demon

Milan, Italy.
The mansion was dark and silent though it's still three in the afternoon. The silence was terrifying. It was like something sinster is going to happen. As beautiful as the sun setting outside the mansion is beautiful, it's as terrifying to look inside the bedroom of the mansion. A woman lay dead in the pool of blood nakedly and her face was smudged with the makeup,indicating she was a whore. The killer was nowhere seen, the reason not known.

The poolside of the mansion was filled with cigarette smoke and cigarette buds laid beside a standing figure. A half naked well built man stood there facing the pool. His back muscles were flexing with the little moment in his body. In his right hand was a cigarette and in the other hand was gun. A white bloodied shirt was pooled near his leg, indicating he had murdered that woman. He took a long drag from the cancer stick, releasing a vast amount of smoke from his mouth, blankly staring at the pool as if he was thinking deeply about something.

He dropped the gun softly on the crumpled shirt, flicked the cigarette bud. After removing his trousers , he plunged into the water in the pool.
With each stroke with his broad shoulders, his back muscles were flexing, making his tattoos move like an animated series. Suddenly his mobile started ringing . He lunged his head above the water surface grasping for the air. He swims towards the edge of the pool, to come out of it. He fished out his mobile from his pants. His lips were curled up with a smile, seeing the id on his phone.

"Hey man, What's up? It's been a while", he spoke after keeping call on speaker.

"Come on Raaj , I called you day before yesterday. It seems loneliness is creeping you out." The person from other side taunted and continued. "By the way what are you doing?"

"Nothing much Ved." A smirk appeared on his face. "Just killed a whore for not pleasuring me properly." He paused, his obsidian iris turned into pitch black making him look like a physco, "a bullet between her eyes and boom she'll be pleasuring lucifer in hell." A dark chuckle left his mouth.

Ved gulped down the booming nervousness, he clears his throat to control his tension raising in his heart. " you are becoming more sadistic day by day." He commented and continued. "What about the news I give make your sadistic mind relax a bit."

"I don't like surprises, Vedddd." His tone turned dark and dangerous. "Come on spit out , I'm not a patient man."

"Hold bro. I'm coming there." Ved replied. "We've got the traitor, the one who was spilling our secrets to our rivals. Our men caught him near Hyderabad's Old City. Our guys held him in one of our warehouses on the Pune - Hyderabad highway."

There was long pause on both the sides.

"What about his family." He asked coming out of the swimming pool. His toned body was glistening with the water that was dripping from his body. He took the towel from one of the lounge chairs and started drying his hair.  "I want his family see him suffer, when I torture him to death."

"Yup, it will be a worth to watch the scene." Ved chuckled but abruptly stopped in his words. "Did you tell that you are going to torture him means you going are going to come back to India. Say it buddy for how many days I will arrange everything for your stay", Ved squealed excitedly.

"Hey cool down buddy, I'm coming back for good. Everything has been settled here. I don't have reason to stay back and it will be more enjoyable when I torture him with my own hands. I just want feel his heart beat stop when my bare hand are on his throat. My hands are just itching for it."

"Yeah buddy, looking forward for it", and the call went blank.

He huffed and went into his room. He gave a glance to his surroundings. It was dark and grey much like his aura. It was clean and untouched. He never used that room for his sexual purpose. He just made it to the bathroom, which was on the other end of the room, attached to his walk in closet. He sighed in relax as the hot water hit his well toned body. After a long shower he went towards his closet. After putting on his sweat pants and the towel hanging on his shoulders, he made his way towards his mini bar in his bedroom. He poured whiskey into a glass and moved forward towards the balcony, facing the city. Watching the scene outside made him evilly smirk. He took a long drag of the cigarette, casually releasing the smoke into the air.