Falling for the devil.(+18)

The Devil's Signature.

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The following chapters contain graphic depictions of violence and torture, including strong language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised, as the content may be disturbing to some.
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Let's get back to hunter.
**Hunter's POV**
The air in the room crackled with tension, and Hunter watched as Delia toyed with their captive, He admired her finesse; she had a way of inflicting pain that felt almost elegant.
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing the chaos unfold. The captive's eyes were wide, filled with panic, and each pained gasp echoed in the dimly lit space. Delia was in her element, but Hunter knew when to step in.
As Delia pressed the knife against the man's skin, he could see the fear igniting in his eyes, and something in him shifted. He needed the man coherent enough to talk, not broken beyond repair. With a measured breath, he pushed himself off the wall and walked toward them, his presence commanding immediate attention.
Hunter: "Delia, darling, I think it's time to take a step back." His voice was calm and gentle, yet firm-a subtle reminder of who truly held the reins.
Delia paused, her smile fading slightly, but she didn't relinquish her hold on the knife just yet.
Delia:"But I was just starting to have fun."
Hunter:"I know, and you're doing a fantastic job.But that's my turn now. Let me have him."
With a reluctant sigh, Delia pulled the knife away and stepped back, her gaze lingering on Hunter as if assessing whether he would take the same path of brutality.
Delia:"Fine. But you owe me a turn later."
He faced the captive ready to torture him again.
Hunter: "You see that bracelet? That's a reminder of what betrayal costs. Now, if you don't want to end up in pieces, you're going to tell me everything. Or I'll start taking you apart, limb by limb."
The man, still writhing in pain, nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. Captive: "Okay! Okay! Rafaelo... Rafaelo sent me to find out when the next shipment would be. We were supposed to intercept it. Please, that's all I know!"
Hunter's smile widened. Finally, something useful. But it wasn't enough. Not yet.
Hunter:"And where's the rest of his crew hiding?"
Captive: "I... I don't know the exact location—"
The hammer slammed into his other knee, the same sickening crack echoing in the room.
Hunter: "Try again I'll stop playing game now."

Hunter grabbed a nearby blowtorch, the heat humming menacingly as he clicked it on. The flame lit the snitch's face in a ghostly glow, terror evident in his eyes.
Hunter: "This, though..." He inched the flame closer to the man's hand, the skin beginning to blister and burn. The scream echoed off the walls, but it was music to Hunter's ears. "This is just for fun."
Delia chuckled darkly, exchanging a look with Destiny.
Delia: "I said this would be fun. Do yall think he'll still have his fingers by the end of this?"
Xander: "Nah, Hunter's in a sentimental mood. He'll probably leave one finger to send a message."
Hunter: "You know me too well, hermano."

Hunter stood up and glanced around the dim room, searching for something more... inventive. His eyes landed on a peeling knife resting on the table, and an idea sparked in his mind. He picked it up, admiring the sharpness of the blade, its gleaming edge reflecting the flickering overhead lights.
Hunter: "Let's make this a little more interesting, shall we?" He turned back to the captive, who looked on in horror, eyes widening as he realized what was coming.

Captive:"No, please! I'll tell you everything! Just don't—"
Hunter:"Shh... save your breath. We don't want you getting too comfortable." With a flick of his wrist, he brought the blade closer, the tip hovering just above the captive's forearm. Hunter: "Let's start with something simple."
With a swift, deliberate motion, he pressed the knife against the man's skin, peeling away the first layer as if he were skinning a potato. The captive screamed, a raw, gut-wrenching sound that echoed in the confines of the room. Hunter chuckled, relishing the symphony of fear and agony.
Hunter: "Oh, come now! It's just a little skin! You won't need it where you're going." He continued his work, peeling away strips of flesh, each slice eliciting desperate cries.
The crew, gathered nearby, watched in stunned silence, a mixture of shock and morbid fascination etched on their faces.
Xander: "Damn, Hunter-You're really going all out today!"
Bryan: "I knew you were a bit psycho, but...this? This is next level."
Hunter glanced at them, amusement dancing in his icy blue eyes.
Hunter: "What can I say? I like to keep things... entertaining."
As the captive gasped for air, the truth began to spill out, words tumbling over each other in his haste to survive. Hunter leaned in, the thrill of the hunt propelling him forward.
Captive: "Okay! Okay! I'll tell you! Just stop! he's got a shipment coming in at the docks I can show you! It's all there and above that he is aware of the ball because of the snitch!"
Hunter stopped, staring deep into the man's eyes, as if searching for any hint of deception. But he found none. Satisfied, he set the knife down for a moment.
Hunter: "Good boy."
But the game wasn't over yet. He knew he had to end it, make a statement.
With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved the knife once more, and in a quick, decisive motion, he plunged it deep into the man's throat. The captive's eyes widened in shock as he gasped for breath, blood spraying like a twisted fountain.
Hunter: "And that's how you get rid of loose ends."
As the man fell limp, Hunter stepped back, admiring his work, the thrill of the kill settling over him like a warm cloak.
The faint glimmer of blood stained the steel, and in one swift motion, he lifted it to his lips, licking the crimson liquid off with a twisted grin.
Xander: "Damn, Hunter! You really are the devil himself!" he joked, shaking his head with a mixture of admiration and horror.
Hunter chuckled, the thrill of the kill still buzzing in his veins. Hunter: "What can I say? It's all part of the job." He wiped the remaining blood from his mouth, letting the knife drop casually at his side. "Keeps things interesting." He paused, letting out a low chuckle as he contemplated his next move.
Hunter: "Guess I really peeled back the layers on that one." Turning his attention to the now lifeless body, he retrieved the blade once more and severed the hand from the corpse, the gruesome task almost satisfying in its finality. With careful precision, he carved the initials "H.R." into the skin, his expression one of dark amusement.
Hunter: "Let's send a little reminder to Rafaelo. No one messes with me.Not even him." He gestured to his crew, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
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