Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Sadomasochist: - The combination of sadism and masochism, in particular the deriving of pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting or submitting to physical or mental pain or suffering.
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Nikolai POV
I smirk as his screams echo across the cramped room we're in. His arms are shackled to the ceiling, and his feet barely touch the floor, making it difficult for him to breathe. What can I say? I enjoy inflicting torture on people. Especially мудаки like him. (translation: assholes)
This morning, we discovered this bastard eavesdropping on us at a meeting. The Italian Mafia wanted to speak with us about a few crucial details and updates. With my father being don of the Russian mafia he likes to make sure we have a good relationship with the Italian mafia family. They assist us. We assist them. It's as simple as that. So now I'm standing in a room with my father and my two older brother's as we take turns in inflicting pain to try and get information out of him. So far it's just he's annoying cries and screeches, and it's beginning to annoy me.
"Who the fuck sent you." My father grits out holding one of his favourite black knives to his throat. He only takes out that knife when he plans on doing business. You can probably guess where my pleasure for torture comes from. The bastard just whimpers as the edge of the knife cuts against his throat, a small trickle of blood sliding down soaking into the whiteness of his button up shirt. Well... what was white.
I sigh and pull out a tiny thin blade from the strap around my leg. This may not appear to cause much damage, but believe me when I say it will. When utilized correctly, you can cause a lot of misery on those you wish for. As I approach the mole, I grasp his leg and plunge the small blade into his knee cap upwards, hearing his voice break out of anguish and the tearing of the muscle as the knife imbeds itself into his knee. I chuckle hearing the satisfying cries escape his lips as I stand up and take steps away from him, admiring my piece of work.
"Really Nikolai?" My older brother Micah remarks his eyebrows raised as he glances at me, his arms crossed over his chest.
"What? He's still breathing and we have no information. Be sure to help out Micah." I snap back, observing as a slight smile forms on his face, indicating that he's having as much fun as I am.
"Come now boys don't fight, we haven't even gotten to the fun bit yet." My father walks around his wailing body, grasping the knife I just thrust into his leg and slowly twisting it. His shouts and squelches reverberating across the room.
"Now I'm going to ask one. More. Time. Who. The. Fuck. Sent. You." Continuing to twist the knife in his knee cap. And yet... still nothing. Just his annoying ass cries which are beginning to give me a migraine.
"I'll admit brother. He's lasting longer than I thought." Ivan, my second eldest brother chuckles, before pulling out a bundle of cash and passing it to Micah, who shakes on it, before stashing it in his back pocket.
