His Orange Blossom

Chapter 13: BLOOD LUST

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Nothing but the sound of muffled blood curdling screams could be heard in the cold damp hallway leading to the room where the rest of the men where at the time.

Their abandoned warehouse was off the grid and contained an underground sanction that allowed them to carry out what they needed in discretion.

The room was dark as night, only lit by a lonely rusted light that swung back and forth from the force if them hitting it every so often. The walls made of steel and dripping with water from God knows where made the room smell stale. That and the mix of blood hung in the air while the unknown man continued to yell for his life.

Anthony, Donatello, and Silas all covered from head to toe in a thick coat of crimson stood back to catch their breath. Unrecognizable and walking back and forth past a table filled with weapons of all kinds.

Silas picked up a spray bottle filled with bleach and doused the mans cuts in a healthy amount with the straight face he always held causing the mama mouth to open in a silent scream.

Silas was the middle child of the Moretti brothers. His demeanor held strong most of the time and he rarely showed any other emotion besides angry or uninterested. He stood just as tall as Anthony with hair black as the night sky and eyes to match. His face held one lone scar that trailed from his eyebrow down to his lip but didn't take away from his debonair looks by any means.

In contrast to Donatello he was the night to his day. Anthony seemed to be the perfect balance.

Anthony picked up a blade that was already covered in the man's blood and began to carve his kneecaps out, the screams continued and Silas was silently praying the man would pass out from blood loss or the pain so he wouldn't have to hear him anymore.

"Shut the fuck up!!" Donatello blurted out making Anthony pause his movements.

"Come on Don, you almost made me lose my concentration" he turned his head to look up at his brother who was tapping his foot on the ground in annoyance. "Have some respect fratello Christ"

"My bad, my bad. He just sounds like a pig right Si?" He chuckled to himself as he mocked the man's screams, it was only returned with a nod of the head as Silas pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well he wasn't squealing like this when he threatened to rat out our entire organization was he?"

Anthony titled his head.

"I mean yeah technically he was about to squeal then too.." Donatello turned his head from the table of weapons leaning on the blade of the knife faced down in the table.

Anthony let the thought pass his mind a second before he turned back to what he was doing "I'm with you when your'e right" he admitted as he continued to removing the rest of the man's kneecaps before moving to his lips.

"You wont be needing these" he grabbed the mans face and sliced his lips off in one cut as he screamed out in agony.

Blood dripped from his hands as he threw the flesh somewhere across the room, he stepped forward admiring his work before had an idea to remove his eyelids.

As he began the man was surprisingly still conscious and that didn't please him because he continued to bellow out in pain while Anthony carried out his handy work before his phone ringing pulled him from his task.

He pulled it out of his pocket to glance at who it was interrupting him and released a dreamy sigh as Lena's name came up to his view.

Holding the phone in between his ear and shoulder he answered as he moved the blade delicately along the mans remaining eyelid.