Hitman- / 'hit.mæn/
• a person who is paid to kill someone, especially for a criminal or political organization.
'THE EXECUTIONER' was a name that many people knew and feared but the ones who caught a glimpse, didn't live very long to t...
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Detroit, Michigan 1999
The sound of a water droplets leaking echoed through the dark basement, surrounded in cement walls with no windows or access points except for the narrow, iron door straight ahead. In the corner, a figure was curled up, knees against their chest while their hands were shackled in steel chains.
The iron door creaked loudly as it opened, letting the light from the hallway illuminate in the direction of the prisoner. Turning their heads, it was revealed to be a 17 year old Angelise, looking at the person who entered the room.
The built figure walked further into the room before standing in the middle. Lifting their hand above their head to reach for the light switch, the basement lit up, showing the figure to be Ace, standing above her.
"Well, well principessa," he snickered. "You've seen better days."
Moving closer toward her, he crouched down in front of her as she coward away from him. Letting out a menacing chuckle, he lifted his hand and reached for the back of her hair before yanking it and pulling him toward her.
"I hoped you learned your lesson being here the last few days," he hissed. "Now, you'll understand what will happen to you if you disobey a direct order from me again."
Feeling a sudden rush of confidence, she discreetly gathered the saliva in her mouth before spitting in his face. Letting out an angry sigh, he wiped the spit from his face before slapping her hard with the back of his hand and standing up.
"Seems like you need to be taught another lesson, bitch," he snarled. "Good thing, I have a little bit of time to teach it to you."
Angelise's green eyes widened in fear as he began to unbuckle the belt from his dress pants. She pushed herself against the wall to get away from him while she frantically shook her head.
"No," she pleaded. "Please, I'm sorry."
"Not yet," he taunted while he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. "But you will be."
Hot tears ran down her face as she pulled against the chains while he pushed her down, harshly on her back and climbed on top of her.
"No!" she cried. "Stop! Please!"
Her cries echoed through the dark, cold basement as another part of her innocence was chipped away from the girl she once was and something darker had taken its place.
...
Charming, California 2008
Angelise sat next to Gemma on the couch as she laid out her medical kit on the coffee table. Unser sat across from them in the recliner chair as he watched the young woman tentatively clean the matriarch's wounds.
