PigSlaughter

Chapter 21

He was almost choking on his own blood, his face was covered in the red liquid, his eyes were almost rolled out with his hands sore and tied up.

''Did you understand bitch?'' he yelled as he pushed the chair making him fall on his back then approaching it while holding his hands before his back, he looks in a pitiful manner down to Fenrir. He shallows pissed and clicks his tongue: ''Alright then.'' he arranges his shirt collar and then approaches Fenrir stepping on his hand, adding more pressure with the time making him groan in pain.

He bents on his knees and grabs Fenrir face but the lets it go with a disgusted face shaking off the blood of his hands. ''This shit.'' Yinko was already prepared with a napkin on her passing it to Scarecrow.

He gets the chair back up and sighs loud followed by an irritated eye roll. 

''Now repeat if you understood, preferably before you pass out from blood loss.''

Fenrir coughs and spits blood, trying to prepare himself to talk with every muscle within him burning. ''Kill'' 

Scarecrow was encouraging him to continue trough his breaks of heavily breathing by nodding. ''Moon'' his voice started shaking more and more with every word, shuttering and mumbling out words. ''Or my parents'' he once again stopped squinting eyes and moaning in pain slowly losing his sight. 

Scarecrow tilts his head annoyed noticing he is about to pass out so he approaches him slapping him and then dragging his head back by hair. He sees his eyes rolled and half closed, he pissed sighs out letting his head fall aggressively. 

''Yinko stay with him.'' 

''So do you remember what I told you?''

''What''

''What we talked about''

''Smile and nod'' 

''More''

''And flirt''

''Good'' Atlas was very amused by the whole situation but Fenrir was busy in thoughts, he started feelings a deja-vu from the question but he could not tell why but just then it hit him, his eyes widen, he looked at Atlas which was driving then at his phone. His hands started trembling  at having to take such decisions. Maybe they were just bluffing it but he couldn't be sure, after all he knows nothing about Scarecrow, except that he can be scary.

They finally reach Ezo's club, they walk trough the famous place towards her own section. They enter the room where they were waited by her with a glass of sophisticated alcohol. They sat down, Fenrir was noticeably uncomfortably. Atlas bumps him with his elbow, pursuing him into getting in the act but Ezo followed with her eyes the scene. She laid back and put one leg over the other taking a slow sip waiting for  what's to come. 

Unfortunately for Atlas, Fenrir was out of it, he was not present there with his mind, it was far away. Ezo realized something was up by his disappointed expression. 

''What is it that you want?'' she asked bored by the repetitive scenario she had to deal with.

''A client's info.''

''You know the answer.''

''It's for revenge, for mine, for the pain they inflicted on me while Crow was the one owning this business. ''

''Oh, that's touching but sadly I can't do such thing right now.''

''Why not? ''

''You see, someone just like you came up to me, before you, asking me a similar thing but about you.'' she sketched a smile and got up.