Seduced by the Mafia

Chapter 11: Merciless

Third Person's POV

Cage's heavy footsteps echoed through the dimly lit room, each booming step carrying an ominous weight that seemed to fill the space with an undeniable sense of danger. The man who had the audacity to bind and silence Penelope quivered under the weight of Cage's unpredictable, menacing stare, his fear was downright visible under the flickering light.

The man dared to meet Cage's gaze, only to find total emptiness where emotion should have resided. Cage's expression remained stoic and unreadable. His dark locks framed his face, casting shadows across his piercing eyes, which gleamed with a dreadful glint in the dim light. Never in his wildest nightmares had the man imagined crossing paths with someone of as overwhelming status as Cage.

As the gravity of his situation sank in, the man understood why Cage was a force to be reckoned with, a figure that commanded fear and respect in equal measure.

"You could've croaked without a fuss if you hadn't picked the wrong girl."

Cage breathed as he reached for a wire tucked away in the corner of the room. The scraping sound filled the air as he pulled it towards him, its metallic sound grating against the floor, heightening the tension in the room. With each movement, the man's body tensed, every muscle contracting with apprehension. As the weight of his horrifying death began to sink in, paleness crept over his features at the gravity of the situation awaiting him.

He braced himself for the cruel fate that awaited at Cage's hands, his stomach churning with dread as his body trembled uncontrollably.

"P-patayin mo nalang ako. Patayin mo nalang ako!"

His panic only served to elicit an unpleasant smile from Cage's lips.

"That's right, beg for it. Beg for death like the coward you are, asshole."

Amusement tinged Cage's voice as he proceeded to bind the wire around the man's legs and arms, securing each end to a machine on either side of the room.

The man's nerves were on edge as he contemplated the horror that was about to unfold. Meanwhile, Cage remained nonchalant, casting a glance at his watch before leisurely strolling towards the table. With cold and detached emotion, he pressed the button, setting the machine in motion as it began to pull on each side of the wire.

Cage crossed his arms and observed with a blank expression as the man's screams pierced the air. The wire tightened relentlessly with each passing second, its subtle sound straining and slowly tearing the man's skin, down to his flesh, and finally grinding over his bone.

The room was filled with his agonizing screams, each sound escaping from his mouth resembling the unimaginable excruciating pain that he had to suffer.

Suddenly, a beeping sound was heard. Cage rolled his eyes at himself as if he were mocking his own forgetfulness. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed a piece of tape, placing it over the man's mouth before pressing the button once more.

The room was once again filled with the sickening sound of bones cracking, drowned out only by the man's muffled screams of torture. His futile struggles against the wire restraints only served to emphasize his helplessness, each movement met with searing pain as the wire dug deeper into his flesh.

His veins bulged in his neck as he strained against the restraints, his eyes wide with terror and desperation, yet utterly powerless to escape the torturous fate Cage had inflicted upon him.

"Tss, fucking cunt."

He heard Cage's dismissive voice as his breath slowly began to fade away. The last thing the man saw through his blurry vision was Cage's retreating back, a figure and embodiment of merciless power.