Night rider

City lights

The city's underbelly was my domain—a sprawling labyrinth of dark alleys, hidden corners, and secrets waiting to be unveiled.

The roar of my motorcycle filled the night as I raced through the deserted streets, my mind consumed by a burning desire for killing, twisted as it may be.

a man of darkness like me wearing many masks to conceal my true nature isn't supposed to be known To the world, I am just an ordinary biker, a face in the crowd. But deep down, I am a killer, a hunter who stalks his prey with calculated precision.

Tonight, my prey was a group of men who held vital information about a notorious gang leader immersed in drug and sex trafficking. And I would stop at nothing to extract the truth from them.

Entering the dilapidated warehouse, a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine as I surveyed the restrained men. Fear flickered in their eyes, their bodies trembling with the knowledge of what awaited them. This was the moment I had been waiting for—the confrontation that would unravel the secrets I sought.

Moving to them while taking my helmet off, I removed the gag from the first man, his eyes widening with a mixture of terror and defiance. A cruel smile played at the corners of my lips as I leaned in, my voice dripping with an unsettling calmness.

"Where is he?" I demanded, my words laced with a menacing edge. "Tell me everything you know about that asshole."
The man's voice quivered as he struggled to find his words. "I... I won't say anything," he stammered, his defiance waning in the face of imminent pain.

I pressed a hand against his throat, applying just enough pressure to remind him of the control I held over him. "You underestimate the lengths I'm willing to go," I whispered, my eyes piercing into his soul. "The pain you'll endure will make this seem like child's play. But if you cooperate, perhaps we can find a way to spare you further suffering."

The man's resolve crumbled under the weight of his fear. He began to speak, his voice filled with desperation. "He... He's hiding in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. That's where he keeps his stash. Please, just let me go!"

I released my grip, allowing him a moment of respite. His body trembled as he gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. "Good," I said, my tone cold and calculating.

"Now tell me everything you know about his operations, his contacts, his weaknesses. Hold nothing back."

As the night wore on, the remaining men endured a similar fate—my relentless pursuit of information, and my unwavering determination to dismantle the gang leader's empire. Each conversation was a brutal dance of pain and coercion, a twisted symphony orchestrated by my hand.

One by one, they divulged the secrets I sought, their bodies broken and their spirits shattered. The warehouse echoed with their screams, a chilling chorus of anguish that fueled my thirst for killing. I reveled in their suffering, knowing that their pain held the key to unraveling the gang leader's empire.
When the last man had confessed all he knew, I stood amidst the wreckage of my interrogation.

Their broken bodies lay scattered like discarded puppets, their spirits crushed under the weight of their betrayal. As I exited the warehouse, the darkness embraced me, the night whispering secrets only I could comprehend.

I mounted my motorcycle, the engine roaring to life once more. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode into the night, the information I had acquired fueling my sense of purpose.

In this realm of shadows, I was the harbinger of murder, the predator who struck fear into the hearts of those who dared cross the line, my line.

But deep down, beneath the layers of darkness and violence, a flicker of coldness remained—a haunting reminder of the path I had chosen.

For in my pursuit of sickness, I had become a monster, forever entwined with the darkness that defined me.