" you wont be able to go from here mia amore you will have to stay with the devil itself in this house" he said and his eyes looked blood shot and she said
" Whatever" and she went from there to her room leaving him in the living room and he dumbfo...
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Cries.
Screams.
Yells.
That is all i hear. But do i care? Nope.💀 not a chance. Entering into my basement. A RUTHLESS MAFIA's BASEMENT.
As I step forward, I can feel my presence filling the room, my aura suffocating the air. My eyes gleam with an intensity that's almost otherworldly, like two black holes sucking in the light around me.
My smile stretches across my face like a scar, a thin, cruel line that reveals my true nature.
I move with a grace that's almost feline, my long coat billowing behind me like dark wings. I can sense the fear emanating from the uncle and aunt, Andriana's tormentors. They cower before me, chained to the walls like macabre art.
The rack stands nearby, its wooden frame gleaming with a sinister light. Iron maidens loom in the shadows, their metal bodies adorned with cruel spikes. The sound of dripping water echoes through the chamber, like the slow ticking of a clock counting down to doom.
"Please...have mercy..." the aunt begs, her voice trembling. I repeat the word, my voice rising in mock surprise. "Mercy?" , You showed none to Andriana, and I'll show none to ya'll." You showed no mercy to her. Why should I show it to you?"
The uncle's voice fades away, his cries growing weaker. I chuckle, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, this is just the beginning. Your suffering has only just begun." And with that, I raise my hand, and their cries grow louder, their suffering intensifying, as my dark magic takes hold.
"Bring me my sword" i ordered to one of my man. And he bought it. "Dear relatives let's have some fun, shall we?" I asked with a hint of terror. They groaned.
"Ahh dear relatives. I love your voices. It's like music to my ears. NOW SCREAM MORE" I shouted. And i stood up from my chair.
I walked closer, my boots echoing through the room. Their eyes met mine, and they cowered in fear. My gaze was cold, my eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
I pulled out my sword, its silver blade glinting in the firelight. I heated it in the flames, the metal turning red-hot. The uncle and aunt trembled, their chains rattling as they tried to move away.
