Damn. Being in a mafia was a new thing to me, but hearing how they had Morreti roped to a chair and screaming in pain was a first to me. It made me nervous, knowing pierro had so much power he could cause so much pain to someone who didn't. "Pl-please Dottore! I don't know anything—" his whiny voice clashed with the doctors' clippers, hard metal clinging together. "Oh Mr Morreti! Let's not put up a fight, save the crying for later." It was sinister, I hadn't seen the doctor face to face but the way I could hear how he held his instruments and played with his victim was terrifying. That could be me. That could be anytime if I mess up.
"Dottore! Please—understand that they will kill my family if I tell you anything—you have children right? Understand please!"
"I'd understand, but unfortunately I don't have any children." The metal clicked, Morreti screamed so loud it sounded like he'd been stabbed.
What the hell...I exhaled slowly and walked back. Sneaking was a bad idea, trying to figure out what Dottore was doing to Morreti was something I didn't want to know. Hastily two bony hands stretched across my shoulder blades, pressed down and caused me to tense up. "Tartaglia, you don't find this exciting?"
Pierro smiled, I turned to look. I couldn't understand how something like this could be exciting for the old man. I should have told him no, but the best of silence got to me. "Do you want to take a closer look?" He asked, pressing a hand to the doorknob and opening it. It was a dark room, with one light on Moretti. "No Pierro—that won't be nec—" I tried, really tried, but Pierro wanted me to watch. Watch the life drain on Moretti's face, as the doctor pulled his bloody finger nail off with no remorse, no hesitation.
Was everyone here so lifeless?
Was the man holding my shoulder so life less he could kill me in a single snap too?
Pierros fingers no longer resided on my shoulders, they branched behind my head and forced me to walk inside, watch. Morreti quickly looked at me, I was the only person he recognized, screaming, he cried, telling me to save him, to tell them to stop. "Please young man tell them to stop!"
I couldn't. I can't Morreti.
"Do you understand why we do this, Tartagli?" Pierro grinned, made his way up to Morreti and grabbed a handful of his chin to show me, Morreti couldn't do anything but sob. "power...?"
"More than power, you see Tartaglia" he instructs the doctor to hand him the metal clamp and gives it a tight squeeze, the old man is watching in fear, his eyes quickly moving from mine to the clamp. I can't. I can't save you. "The fatui doesn't treat people who make contracts with the archons so lightly." So that's it, Morreti had made a contract with the archon mafia and that's why we held him captive!? greedy for answers, greedy to know what else Morreti knew about the archon mafia and their plans.
"Mr Morreti is an excellent case, he is someone I want answers from. He knows things the fatui doesn't. Why the archon mafia is making more money, why they've skyrocketed to huge amounts. Right Moretti?" The old man observed the metal clamp pressing the sides of his finger nail, Pierro had a deadly look on his face. "Mr I swear on my family's life the archons keep a lot of information secretiv—a!" He cried, Pierro clamped down hard, unscrewing his fingernail completely. It was a horrible sight I couldn't stop watching. Dottore on the other side glanced at me, and though I couldn't see his eyes underneath his mask, he held a devious grin.
Pain was something I had a hard time experiencing because usually my symptoms would be gone in the next few hours, my body was quick at recovering. But Mr Morreti was going to have those bloody fingers for a while. "Dottore you can finish the rest" Pierro placed the bloody clamp on the table and wiped his hands with a cloth, before making his way out the door, a hand on my back. What he made me watch today was something I'd have to watch repeatedly now that I was in the mafia. I suspect the old man is trying to get me used to this.
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The Rebellion〚Childe x Zhongli〛➷
Romance"What do you think you're doing?" his breath hitches, he's struggling when there's so much going on, our scents, his breath on my face, my hands on the knife he's holding. "Getting to know your body language, getting to know you. Getting to know why...
