Kill My Mind || DOLLHOUSE Spin-off

14.Grayson

I was in my basement. In front of me was a man who had fucked with one of my men. "Micheal...Mikey! Can I call you Mikey?" he looked up at me with hate in his eyes. He was bound to a chair with his mouth gagged. I could tell he wanted to tell me to fuck myself so I chuckled since he couldn't "I'm going to call you Mikey."

He struggled in the chair. I put my hand on the chair so it would stop moving. "Look Mikey you and I were cool until you fucked with my guys. I don't really like bullies" he started to yell but it was muffled by the gag. I sliced into his thigh to get him to shut the fuck up "Did that hurt? So did my feelings when you messed with us. My guys are a part of me and I take it personally when people hurt me" I was very loyal. I stopped and called in the guard of mine he has shot at

"Micheal" Donny said "Boy am I going to have fun with you" I chuckled I liked Donny he worked along side me while I worked for Romeo. He was my current second in command and despite us being friends I did have to show him I was his superior now.

"Donny." I put my hand around him "Thank me for finding this little fucker"

"Thank you Mr.Knight" I told him and all my staff to call me that in front of enemies.

"You're so welcome. now." I put my knife in Micheals hand and he screamed. "Let's have fun with him."

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I walked out of the basement covered In blood. After about an hour of torturing Micheal and making sure he would never mess with us again if we kept him alive I allowed Donny to decide what he wanted to do with him. I washed my hands and walked up stairs to my bedroom. I enjoyed working from home. My house was big enough that the smell and sound from the basement would not drift through the house and I had a great staff to clean it all up.

I walked into my bathroom and started to remove my clothes for a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and was met with many scars. Some from cage fights, some from enemies, many from my dad, and many from myself. I always knew I was self destructive. Most scars were covered with tattoos but some I preferred to keep visible. I traced one given to me by my dad. I had kept it visible because the day I got it wad burned into me

"Grayson" my dad yelled. I marched my weak skinny 12 year old body into his office. I kept my head down looking at my feet. My hands visibly trembled. "Grayson" he repeated himself. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Yes sir" I said with a shaky voice.

"What is this?" he said as he slammed a book on the table. I looked at it. It was my notebook. I kept drawings, poems, and my thoughts in it. Many of which did not make my dad look like parent of the year. I felt a shiver go down my spine knowing what was coming my way.

"I-its" he slapped me

"Speak with honor Grayson!" he spat

"it's my notebook" I said as I looked up at him. There was anger in his eyes. That was all that his eyes ever possessed. There was his knife in this hand. His signature knife with the initials K.M.K carved into the side. I feared that knife.

"Notebooks are for little girls. As are poems and drawings" His knife met my throat but he did not cut "Are you a little girl Grayson?"

"No sir" his knife then came to my ribs making its mark into my skin. I winced. I learned to take it without yelling

"Never" he shouted "Ever again write or speak or think the things you wrote about me in this...diary" tears threatened to flow but I knew better than to allow it.

"Yes sir" his knife twisted in me "I'm sorry sir" I winced as he pulled it out.

"Fucking brat" he left the room for what I assumed was to clean his hands and the knife.