𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝚴𝐈𝚴𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 18+

4.

R I C A R D O

"Calm down, Mr. Garcia, I assure you that you won't feel any pain. Yet." My fingers tightened their grip on the chainsaw in my hand as I witnessed his eyebrows rise and draw together as he tried to keep his composure.

I allow my body to take complete control as I take wide strides towards his already dismantled figure. When I reach close proximity to him, I notice goosebumps pebbling on the top of his pale skin. With both of his wrists bound together behind his back and his torso tightly wrapped around the metal pole behind him, it was impossible for him to escape me.

I elongated my stare from the sweat beading against his hairline down to the blade that was protruding out of his left foot, soaking in the sweet sight in front of me.

"We're going to play a fun little game. Let's call it 'Show and Tell'." I set the chainsaw down and fetch my handgun that is always tucked in my belt, forcing his chin upwards with the muzzle.

He stifles a gasp by swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I'm sure you remember that from kindergarten. When you bring something to school and show the entire class..." I cock the gun with one loud click, causing a shudder to shoot down his spine.

"Well, we're going to change it up a bit since we're both grown adults." I release a dry chuckle.

"P-Please man, d-don't kill me!" His voice is hoarse and choked up from the hot tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

My jaw clenches tightly before I sink the blade further into his foot, twisting the tip of it until my hearing is consumed by his screams of pure agony.

"Let me finish." I growl, before delicately placing my gun in my back pocket.

It is always the same dilated look of terror in their sad little eyes and their desperate pleas to live. Once they are brought in this warehouse and I start experimenting on them with my little tools, there's no use in hoping for their escape.

Once someone is in my tight clutches, I never let go.

 And by the time that I am done with them, they will beg for death instead of life.

"Here's how we're going to play. You tell me everything that I want to know. And if you don't, I will show you what happens when you even dare to defy me. Pretty simple, right?" I shrug.

His mouth furiously quivers and his body tenses, but I'm unsure if it's from rage or fear. 

"...And what if I confess everything to you? What would be my reward?"

A hopeful glint clouds in his eyes when he asks me that and I can't control the smirk that my lips form into. "Your reward would be a quicker death."

I just shattered his aspirations into a million shards with my lethal words. What can I say?

I'm a cold-hearted bastard that doesn't tolerate betrayal or disrespect. I don't give a shit if he has a wife or kids at home. 

Because when someone fucks with me, they have just stepped into the lion's den, trapping themselves in it until I destroy them limb by limb.

"I'll die with loyalty and the satisfaction that you won't get the information from me, then. You don't deserve it if you aren't willing to spare me, Ortega." 

I yawn. "Well, that's too bad for you. I offer you the best way out, and you decide to reject it."

"You're a sick bastard." He hissed.

"You should've known better than to mess with me, Garcia."

In a matter of seconds, my gun is in my hand once more and I click the trigger a second time, sending a bullet straight into his kneecap.