Aslan

12. Psychotic

Aslan rolled the sleeves of his black shirt and slammed his fist into the head of the traitor. His nose was bloody, eyes swollen, he could barely see. He coughed, more blood spilling from his mouth.

" Forgive me, please, he had my family, he threatened to kill them if I didn't cooperate." He cried, saline drops spilling down his face, mixing with the blood.

" Ty narushil kod!," Aslan, slammed his fist into his face, disfiguring him further.

[ You broke the code!.]

He stopped and went to take a seat. Alexei walked closer to the man tied up.

" In the mafia, you either sacrifice or get sacrificed. Now tell me, how will the family you so desperately fought for deal with your death?," Alexei kissed his teeth.

" Please you need to give me another chance, I - I," he cried.

Alexei cooed, " In our world second chances don't exist. That's why you shouldn't have done that!, Betrayal is a very serious crime!"

" Fuck you!," He yelled at Alexei, before spitting and ruining his white shirt.

Alexei smiled, a sly bone chilling smile,

" Rat torture." He snapped his fingers before the other men came to drag the man who was screaming.

Rat torture was classified as one of the most torturous punishment. The individual would be bounded, a box of rats placed against his abdomen. The box was then heated, making the rats uncomfortable, hence triggering them to dig into the soft flesh and eating it's way through the human organs.

" The guts of that idiot. I want his wife thrown into one of the worst brothels, because that bitch was already cheating on him. I also want his fucking spoilt brat of a daughter thrown into the Albanian territory. Oh fucking shit, they're going to enjoy the treat." Alexei barked the orders.

Aslan smirked, Alexei's brutality always fascinated Aslan. Maybe that's why Semion loved his company the two seem to share a trait, which was finding pleasure in killing people.

Something he, himself also enjoyed. Infact every person in the underworld enjoyed slitting throats far more than thinking of a haircut.

" What are you looking at?," Alexei grumbled.

Aslan rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. Something close to a smile touched his lips as he stared at the wallpaper. When he saw Kei doing it at dinner, he sure did spy on it.

So when he caught, Moara sneakily stealing ice cream from the fridge one midnight, he took a picture, where she was holding the ice cream to her chest, wearing just a pink large shirt, her hair all over the place.

" Someone's in love." Alexei teased, feeling the uneasy itch in his chest.

" Moara is a nice person." He sat next to Aslan, both looking straight at the blood stained wall.

" Semion would have loved her." Aslan's knowledge of English was expanding greatly, Moara was speaking it most of the time. He was getting a hang of it.

" YA khochu zhenit'sya na ney," Aslan said.

" You want to marry her?" Alexei gasped.

" Da." Aslan nodded.

" In my sense getting married after two weeks sounds weird." Alexei spoke, clearing his throat.

" But- I -love - her." Aslan stuttered, his English sounding foreign.

" Does she love you too?," Aslan sighed, gesturing Alexei to give him his cigarette. He never actually smoked, but it looked like the only euphoric thing to do at the moment to drown the question.

"Ona ne dolzhna," Aslan puffed out rings of smoke.

[ She doesn't have to.]

" I get it. " Alexei shrugged, fixing his hard gaze on the watch around his wrist.

" I need to follow up with the weapon shipments, there seems to be trouble in the north." He slipped his hands into his pockets, nodding curtly at Aslan before leaving.

.......

Mean while, Moara was bored out of her mind. Kei had left for business.

Aslan and Alexei were barely in the house. She wasn't allowed out of the house as always. It was either she went with the guards or it was a strong no from both men.

It was 12am and she couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned.

She sat up and groaned annoyingly, before walking out of the room. She paused looking to her side.

The full length glass wall, allowing her to see the city in a distance. She walked towards it and looked carefully. In a distance, there was a figure. Someone clad in black clothes. His or her head bowed. Moara stumbled back, from fear.

" Ah!" She screamed when her back collided into Aslan's stomach. She clutched her chest, taking deep breaths.

" You startled me, Aslan. " She took one last deep breath. When she looked again, there was no one. Nothing. Maybe it was her head. Of course. Aslan's mansion was extremely guarded, there was no way anyone could infiltrate through the men.

" Are-you- okay?," He swallowed. Moara's eyes widened before she jumped into his arms.

" You're speaking English!" She squealed, planting kisses all over his face. Moara gasped, when she felt something poking her. She looked away with her inflamed cheeks.

" I-I," she stuttered backing away as Aslan approached her. He was heavily endowed down below. Her gaze went to his pants to his face, her teeth sinking into her lower lips.

" Chto sluchilos', Moara?," Aslan caged her to the glass wall, his eyes running over her curves.

[ What is wrong,Moara?" ]

" Aslan," Moara whispered, feeling her thighs press together.

" Da, moy chelovek,"

[ Yes, my human.]

Moara swallowed hard, Aslan inched closer, his lips grazing her's slightly.

Moara's lips pursed. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to kiss her. She'd been thinking about how his lips would feel against hers.

" YA ochen' lyublyu tebya, moy chelovek."

[ I love you very much, my human.]

His lips crashed against hers, it was the most passionate kiss, ever. Moara's fingers found his hair,. tugging gently. He growled into her mouth, only pulling away when they were both breathless.

" That was the best kiss ever." Moara smiled, reaching up to place a kiss on his lips. His kisses were aggressive, passionate, full of promises, it had Moara's mind going into another direction. How hard would he fuck her?.

" I missed you." Moara pouted. Aslan picked her up,. causing a rhyme of giggles to escape her lips.

" ya skuchal po tebe bol'she vsego." He inhaled her sweet scent.

[ I missed you the most.]

When he pushed the door open, Moara's cheeks burned. He gently placed her into the bed and went to change.

She watched as he stripped out of his clothes, putting them away nicely before going into the bathroom. Moara watched as he went naked and got under the shower.

Talk of a pure vagina torture.

After he was done, he brushed and the next thing, Moara knew, he was tucking her in, his brows knitted together as he gently took care of her.

They had never actually shared a bed since she came, so when he jumper under the covers and pulled her to him. Moara could only smile.

" YA lyublyu tebya, moy malen'kiy chelovek." Moara was already drowsy by having him close. She simply nodded falling asleep.

[ I love you, my little human.]

I think I'm gonna faint.