Marcia - Book One | Radish

Chapter Three

Marcia watched as the red blood slowly continued to drip from the man's chin. He sat there with his hands tied tightly behind his back against the old metal chair.

His head was down and life had seemed to have completely left his body by now.

Marcia stood there, and watched as his chest was slowly still moving, meaning he was still breathing. He only seemed to have a few more minutes of life left inside of him.

Knowing that the blood will have to be cleaned up later only frustrated Marcia. She wasn't one to like to see a mess. Especially if the mess involved blood.

Marcia looked up from the man on the chair and nodded at Liam who's standing behind the man, he smirked back at her before turning around.

Marcia looked back down at the man as she heard the loud chainsaw being turned on.

She turns around and walks away. She wish she could stay to watch her men cut up the man's body before stuffing it into black plastic bags. But at the moment she had somewhere else she needed to be.

Marcia made her way outside, she walks by four of her men that are keeping guard outside the entrance of the old warehouse. "Marcia, hold up!" She hears Liam shout behind her, she keeps making her way towards the waiting black car.

As she reaches to open the back door of the car, Liam grabs her by the arm to stop her from getting in. "What's wrong?" He ask her as he turns her around to face him.

Marcia smirks at him. Nothing was wrong, she enjoyed torturing that poor bastard. She enjoyed watching him suffer. She enjoyed hearing him scream out in pure pain as she cut his fingers off, one by one. Marcia felt like it was a great day for her today.

"Nothing," she simply answered him with an innocent smile. She pulled her arm out of Liam's grip. She turned back around and opened the door, she got inside the car as Liam watched her for a few seconds before he opened his mouth again.

"I'll see you at the mansion, boss." He closed the car door for her. The car then started moving and the small smile on Marcia's face quickly turns into a frown.

Marcia wished she could of stayed. She didn't know the man, all she knew was that he owed her father some money. But that was more than enough for Marcia to enjoy torturing the poor soul.

Michael had told her to go collect the money, but instead of collecting it, she killed him. She knew she was going to have to lie to Michael about it. She didn't even ask the man about the money, she just went straight in for the kill. For all she knew, he could of had the money but now it was too late for him.

"It felt great, it felt great being able to cover my hands with his blood. It felt great watching him beg me to stop, that he'll do anything for me to stop the pain." Marcia whispered to herself, the driver looked back at her from the rearview mirror.

Little did everyone know that Marcia actually enjoys doing this kind of thing. No one knows that Marcia enjoys torturing people. So far, all she knew was that her men think her father is forcing her to kill whenever she does.