Corazón

⁰⁵⁰ : 𝙰 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎

TW: BLOOD AND TORTURE AHEAD...

"Now you can enlighten me regarding the reason that venerable gentleman decided to send you here and what was exactly inside that syringe," Suzette stated with a measured calmness, her gaze lowering to her lap as she observed Coco's graceful slithering retreat from her wrist, the snake instinctively drawn to Laia's immobilized feet. Even though she knew that her men would inform about it tomorrow morning but she was already feeling impatient about it.

The sight of the serpent sent a shiver through Laia, a visceral reaction betraying a deep-rooted fear that few knew about, finally a weakness got revealed.

A subtle, sly smile graced Suzette's lips, and it was evident she had gleaned the knowledge of Laia's aversion to snakes just like Ace's. The atmosphere in the dimly lit basement grew heavy with tension, and the promise of impending consequences hung in the air.

"You have one last opportunity to provide me with the information I seek," Suzette continued, her voice laced with a chilling authority. However, before she could outline the consequences of defiance, she simply nodded toward her pet snake, leaving the implications hanging in the air and she hoped that Laia would atleast let her guards down for once but if not then she wouldn't be leaving alive from here.

Laia's defiance persisted as she clenched her jaw. "I'm... I'm not going to answer!!!" she declared with a tremor in her voice and that's when a mocking smirk raised up in Suzette's lips.

Coco's patience was just like hers, wearing thin, and with an abrupt movement, the snake sank its fangs into one of Laia's feet. Her response was a guttural scream that echoed through the confines of the basement, an agonizing chorus of pain.

Suzette's eyes drifted shut, and she seemed to savor the cacophony of suffering. A slow, sinister smile played upon her lips as if she were listening to a macabre symphony.

Ultimately, she stood up from the metal chair, leaving Laia's eyes to meet her with a mixture of fear, pain, and a growing understanding of the relentless cruelty that awaited her.

Suzette's unwavering stare remained locked onto Laia's as her fingers delicately traced the blade of the knife, which rested in ominous silence upon the smooth surface of the rectangular table.

The blade gleamed with a malevolent promise, a metallic sentinel of potential torment, likely positioned there at the behest of one of her loyal subordinates.

"I see that your resolve, driven by your stubborn disposition, has led you to squander the golden opportunity that was graciously offered to you," Suzette intoned with a tone both dismissive and sinister.

The swaying light bulb overhead cast eerie shadows, amplifying the menacing atmosphere that had descended upon the dimly lit basement.

Unhurried and methodical, Suzette lifted the knife from the table, her movements precise and measured. Her eyes were a chilling reflection of unyielding intent, and Laia gazed up at her from her vulnerable, seated position, anticipation tinged with dread etched across her visage.

Suzette's cold gaze pierced through the darkness, locked onto Laia's trembling form. Beads of sweat materialized on Laia's forehead, glistening in the dimly lit basement, a testament to her growing anxiety and fear.

She observed Suzette, who displayed an unnerving nonchalance, as if the impending torment was nothing more than an everyday chore.

"Release her hands," Suzette commanded, her voice cutting through the stifling air, a decree that summoned two shadowy figures from the depths of the basement.

They emerged into the pallid light, obediently carrying out her orders as they untied the ropes that had left cruel bruises etched into Laia's wrists. Laia winced as they released her, her wrists marked by crimson imprints, a testament to the brutal captivity she had endured.