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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Mizpah: - the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
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Nikolai POV
I twist the knife deep into his chest, feeling the muscle and tissue tear under the sharp cut of the blade. His screams only urging me on, as I twist the blade down towards his ribs, warm blood running across the blade and along my skin.
Smirking I step away admiring my work of art, as the traitor hangs from the ceiling, the knife still sticking out of his chest whilst he writhes in pain.
"You do realise we're supposed to be getting information off of him. We can't do that when he's dead." My father says frustrated whilst he takes a step closer to the traitors satisfying cries of pain.
"He's not dead though." I say pointing towards the very alive body, his chest seeping more blood as cries leave his chest. My father just sighs taking a hold of the knife and twisting it very slightly, causing the traitor to wail, his limbs flying around, trying to get out of the chains.
We found this traitor after Michael helped us find some leads from people he knew were working with Dietrich. And we found out he was working right under our noses this entire time, working in one of our other warehouses. I'm not surprised that we wouldn't have known, he was getting information of us from somewhere else. Somewhere we wouldn't suspect. One of our smaller warehouses. Right under our fucking noses.
"Your just taking your anger out on him because of Leonora." Ivan says snickering slightly. I tense my body turning towards him with the glare that's made grown men piss their pants. Ivan quickly turns away from me and towards Micah who's still looking at the traitor's body with a bored expression.
"The quicker you tell us the information, the quicker this ends." My father says, continuing to twist the knife keeping him from falling unconscious.
"F-fuck you." He chokes out. My father lashes out immediately, taking the knife and twisting it deeply into his ribs right where his lungs will be. The traitor cries out blood seeping from his mouth in a small trickle, staining his already bloody shirt with a fresh layer.
"I know many ways to torture a man's body you know that? I know a hundred more ways on making sure you feel everything as I keep you on the brisk of consciousness." My father says causing us all to smirk. Looks like we'll be having some fun after all.
"I won't tell you shit." He says more blood seeping from his mouth in a wave, looking like he's choking. Drowning from the inside out.
Shit. Looks like we pushed his body a little too far too soon. His body starts slumping against the chains whilst more blood dribbles from his mouth and the wound in his chest. The sound of the blood dripping on the hard floor echoing throughout the room.
