𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

A Death Wish

A/n: warning: mature....

"I... I can't sleep," I whispered, looking up at Emilio with a pounding heart. I held up my lantern to illuminate the older man's face, which was puffy with sleep and no longer as sculpted as it once was.

It had been a while since I last harbored feelings for the spaniard. I used to be so enthralled by him I almost dared to call it love, but now the sight of him sickened me. He was scary and brutish, but that was exactly why he was safe.

I didn't care wether Emilio died. The man could drop dead and I wouldn't shed a tear, so my father couldn't use him against me.

He was the only person around I could risk being in the company of.

"You wake me up just to tell me that?" Emilio spat, giving my shoulder a harsh shove. "You have a death wish or something?"

"When... when you first began working for me, you said you wanted vengeance, right?" I said, struggling to keep my balance.

Emilio looked me up and down and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I can't kill you. Your father would torture me until I am old and grey and I am not willing to pay that kind of price just to send you back where you came from."

"Then t-torture me," I stuttered, gulping as I fought to keep my eyes open. "Punish m-me for being evil... for being a demon. Hurt me, break me into a thousand pieces, des-s-stroy me!"

"You're drunk," Emilio said, shaking his head. "This isn't real consent. You'll have me skinned alive the moment you come to your senses."

"I've killed a baby," I whispered, my eyes falling in and out of focus. "I've killed a teenager, I've killed, and I've lied, and I've ruined people and I will do so much worse. I will be a monster one day, just like my father. I will wipe out families, assassinate children, steal from the poor and give to the rich, rip hardworking men from their wives just because of false rumors, I will use people to get what I want and manipulate people to give me what I desire an--"

Emilio slapped me across the face, shutting me up just as I was spiraling.

"Don't try to tell me things I already know," he growled through gritted teeth. "I said your drunken consent is worthless... I didn't say I wouldn't do it."

My eyes fluttered and my lips broke apart, but before I could even begin to question my decision, Emilio grabbed me by the back of my neck and violently dragged me into his shed. "If I'm putting the rest of my life on the line for this, you best believe this night will be the most painful night you will ever experience, chico demonio."

The stableboy threw me against a wall, causing my sight to flicker as my head hit the concrete.

I sank to the floor, and Emilio looked down at me with a mean, devilish smirk. "You're finally not a kid anymore..." he murmured, crouching down beside me. "So I'll show you exactly the kind of punishment a man like you deserves."

"E-Emilio, w-wait," I stuttered, holding out my arms to shield myself from any more attacks. I felt the kind of fear a person would experience right before jumping off a bridge, or slitting their wrists. The guilt and bitter regret of suicide right before the deed was done. Emilio was the gun I would use to kill who I once was, but that boy, that scared little boy inside me, was terribly afraid.

"No, no, no," the stable boy said, roughly pinning me down against the floor by my hands. Emilio's pupils had expanded, and my brows knitted together when I noticed that the man's cock suddenly looked significantly swollen and erect. "The waiting is over, Capo."