Let them in.

found you.

~*October 25, Thursday.*~

"I really think you should just give it up Vik."

I said to the bloody, broken man before me.

"Nev-" he was stopped by in his words by a sick cough that left blood spurting out his mouth.
"How fucking pathetic Vickor. You can't even gets the words out." I circled around

"Ich glaube nicht dass du Schmerz verstehst, den du bald erleiden wirst." I smiled at how his brows furrowed as if his condition now wasnt enough.

"Th-this isnt- You know I can't tell you!"he pleaded., understanding me due to him learning German years ago to understand me better.

"You know, I always thought I was so brutal with my torturing methods." I pause."that was before Al showed me just how much pain I should leave someone in." I warned.

This was true, I was all about psychologically hurting people. Now Al, on one other hand did damage to their body and ruined their ability to breathe, move and talk. I ruined their ability to think and understand, degrading them, making them hate themselves and fear things as small as an ant.

If they even survived, you know we've gotten what we wanted just by their change in well, everything.
Most of our "visitors" to the warehouse don't even get the chance to feel relief once they finally give up the information we want before a bullet meets their skull.

in our opinion it stops the pain, helps them skip years of physical therapy and go straight to the afterlife. It's a win win. 

I crouched down beside him."your acting all rough now. I promise, the second he sees you, you're gonna wish you just gave up what I need."I said truthfully, hearing him cry in pain.

"You don't understand the aftermath of people when they leave this place vik." I warn

Even though this part wasn't 100% true because there either simply isn't any aftermath or they're so destroyed that they beg us to kill them.

And sometimes we respect their wishes, sometimes..
I like to see the world of pain they're in when all they had to do was tell us what was needed.

"Zion. I can't fucking tell you anything!"he slammed his hand down as hard as he could, I could tell he regretted it when he winced.

"Lower your tone."
Said by a voice that wasn't mine.

I saw the immediate change in his body language, it causally accepted that its time on earth was over.

"No." Was all he could manage. Not at no I'm disobedience but one in disbelief.

That was actually the corniest shit I have ever heard.
I hid my face as I bit away my smile, when I turned back they both looked at me, Al with a "get your shit together" look that was funnier than
Viktors dramatic reaction when he saw Alonzo.

I nodded my head as I hid my smile, using every muscle in my body to not laugh.

Stay professional.

"Your ill! Fucking both of you!" Viktor yelled.
"Huge mistake buddy." I said out aloud despite it supposed to be a thought.

Viktors eyes widened at my eyes and as al made his way closer to him.

"Let's talk."he crouched next to him.

"You know where Riccardo is. Tell me." Alonzo said in low whisper.
"Killing me won't help. I owe him my life and I won't tell you." Viktor said in rage with his yellow teeth gritted.

I mean come on, he's a father of two and can't even brush his teeth.

"shut cut the shit, you don't owe him, he forced you into the mafia at 10 years old. Is that really who you worship vik?" Alonzo said and by his tone I knew he was irritated.