Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

Aftermath

What? You guys really thought I would kill Max? I just wanted some comments to spice up my chapter engagement. Max's is just in a coma :)

Oh and also, CONTENT WARNING: Violence, Torture, Blood!!

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1 Month Later

Third Person POV:

The darkness in the surrounding hallways was palpable. Rushed, angry footsteps were the only thing that echoed in the dark dungeon.

The metal door creaked as it was pushed open. Every man in there stood with their head bowed, too frightened to even let out an audible breath.

"Leave me alone!" annoyed, irritated sounds filled the quiet and deadly dungeon.

"Stop."

The voice made the temperature in the room drop. Every man stiffened, the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

The command floated in the air, earning immediate obedience from every single person in that room.

Slow, calculated steps moved forward towards the cage. It wasn't long, before the face Zoran dreaded was back in front of him.

Xavier's eyes burned holes in the Serbian mafia don's soul. He stepped in, his sleeves rolled up and his eyes filled with sparks of revenge.

"X-Xavier, you can just kill me you know? I mean, it's been a month. You're probably out of torture ideas. Let's just end this, okay? Instead, you can spend this time with your wife– AHH!"

A stab right to the thigh, then another to the stomach and the last one to the right shoulder.

"I don't like your voice" Xavier said, his voice deep like the sea.

He pulled out a lighter from his pocket, grabbing a cigar from his coat pocket and lighting it up.

He took a long drag, before letting the smoke free in the dungeon. He crouched in front of Zoran, pushing the cigar in his mouth.

"Take it" he grumbled, pushing it all the way till it reached the captive's throat. Zoran gagged immediately, unable to let the smoke out.

"Auaghh!" he choked, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. Xavier pulled the cigar back, watching Zoran struggle for breath.

"Just....KILL ME!" he yelled, trying to spit out the smoke that had entered in his lungs.

Xavier leaned in closer, his voice a lethal whisper, "For every scream my loved ones endured, you'll beg me for death a thousand times over."

"Give me the hammer" he demanded, forwarding his hand for the tool. One of his men quickly handed him the hammer.

Xavier grabbed Zoran's hand, asking his men to hold it there. "No, no, no, no!!" Zoran yelled.

Xavier royally ignored him, grabbing some nails and placing them on his fingers.

One by one, he hammered all five of Zoran's fingers into the wall. He didn't even flinch as his enemy's blood curling screams filled the room.

"I hope you're not in too much pain" Xavier said, dragging the hammer head along his shoulder. And then...

CRACK!

"AHHH!" Zoran screamed so loud that some of the men in there had to cover their ears. Some even took a step back.

Xavier however, was as unfazed as ever.

"Tsk, annoying yells. Make me want to just..." Xavier did some grabbing and pulling motion with his hand.

"You know why I haven't cut off your tongue yet?" he asked, crouching down in front of Zoran. Zoran shook his head.