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Days, it had over 5 days since Ashanti's heard from Lyric or even saw a peep from her. It wasn't usual of her and Ashanti didn't care too much, but the pit in her stomach was telling other things. Meanwhile, at Dayvon's house, he was busy doing the only thing he wanted to. It wasn't too much for his own pleasure, but for a favor back to Ashanti and Zyaire for what they suffered.
Deep in the basement, Lyric was tied up to an metal chair, for the 3rd day straight. She had bruises all over her wrists and neck from being tied up and quieted. She didn't know the consequences of her actions would be this brutal over a little boy she didn't even really care about. Lyric listened closely as she heard the basement door open and the familiar footsteps, and the stairs creaking. She hoped he was coming down with some food or getting ready to let her go.
Dayvon watched her red face as she tried to twist around in the chair, trying to be nosey as she was naturally. He chuckled, placing his gun down onto the table behind her.
"You ready to go yet, you learned yo' lesson?" He walked over to stand infront her as he licked over his plump lips. He chuckled again at how she couldn't speak because he had a sock in her mouth, keeping her from speaking. He then pulled up his pants, walking over to his drawer and grabbing out a freshly sharp knife. He was cold in the head but he d didn't think that way, he felt pretty normal. He watched as terror evaded her expression, her body moving around in the seat.
"What you keep moving for, you already know what time it is. You wasn't scared going behind yo' "so called friend" back to get her brother shot. Did you?" Dayvon grinned a little as he walked to her and stood behind her, exposing her back that was already full of bruises, freshly there from the past 3 days.
He saw the wounds, cuts and pus forming out each cut as he slowly pressed the knife into her back. Hearing her screams through the sock, he ignored them , cutting a piece of skin off. He then walked over to a jar of achohol and acid as he let the skin dissolve, walking over to his sink.
"It's so funny how you doing all this crying like I'm gone let you go. I'm magic Mike or something to you?" He asked, cleaning the knife and sterilizing it with his 100 percent achohol, he bought off the black market. After finishing, then walking over to her, Seeing her face covered in tears. He shrugged it off, taking the sock out her mouth, immediately hearing her yelling at him.
"You dumbass nigga! I can't wait till my boyfriend find out what you did to my ass!" Lyric starting sobbing again, feeling the hissing from the open wound in her back, just like the others.
Dayvon scrunched his face up, taking his phone out and going to his gallery. He then walked back over to her and put the phone in her face. The screen, evidently with screenshots of Namon with another female, just today in his story.
