Blood
A high pitched scream in pain, despair and remorse echoe's in the old building where my men toturing there own old ally who betrayed me. Tied up, Helpless and suffering in torture it's receiving.
Fuck this traitor
Marahan kong kinuha ang isang piraso ng mamahaling sigarilyo mula sa kahon nito sa tabi ko bago kinuha ang aking pansindi na Dunhill, mula pa sa England, United kingdom. Hindi ko gusto ang produktong ganito sa pilipinas. Mga kurakot na nga ang mga makapangyarihan hindi pa maayos ang istado ng kalakalan.
Slowly but deliberately. I stalked towards my leather-bound armchair as I light my cigar', Carrying the scent of rich tobacco and expensive leather. My footsteps were slow but heavy, echoing through the old hallways of the building.
'The Bull' Casa de Mafia De La Grupo might as well aware what I'm doing right now. I didn't attended on the national meetings for the mafia's and Mafioso. I had to set things first and that meeting is not my priority now to focused on. It's on how I can clean the mess that this traitor infront of me cleaned without any trace.
Marahas kong binuga ang usok mula ss king sigarilyoat kinuyom ang aking nanggagalaiting braso na gustong bumali ng leeg sa taong ito. Umigting ang panga ko habang unti unti na akong lumalapit sa aking upuan.
I sat in my plush, leather-bound armchair, puffing slightly on my luxury cigar. The smoke wafted lazily towards the ceiling filled with cracks and co-webs, Some wild vines that grows at the old wall must be from being abandoned for so long.
As I watched the scene unfold before me, a hint of a smile played on his lips. My loyal consigliere, Hael, stood by broken glass the window, Wiling his gun using a handkerchief
"Hael," I said, his voice low and gravelly, "It seems our little problem has been taken care of."
The helpless man's hand was both was tied up on the wall on either side of his head while he's kneeling down with his back facing at me and the dim light above his head only on his position
His back was filled with dried blood and some wounds caused by whipping for a long time, a bruises and unopened wound
Ang lugar na ito ay isang abandonadong morgue... At ito ang lugar kung saan ako lumaki. Kinakalawang na ang kagamitan dito pero magagamit pa pero delikado kapag nakasugat ng tao.
I watch as his body shake in pain but that's not enough. I was just watching him whipped and being tortured again and again as I sat comfortably on my single couch and a coffee table next to it with a bucket of ice and a bottle of whiskey in it
I raised my glass on my men next to me and he gets I wanted putting ice and pouring another batch of whiskey on my glass. I swirled my glass in a slow sensual motion before taking a small sip and the amber liquid travelled down my throat, It's hotness makes me leaned back on my chair and let out a low growl closing my eyes and heard another plea in pain for mercy that wouldn't happened.
"Stop." I said and he put back the bottle of whiskey back on the bucket I circled the amber liquid in the glass on my hand, I propped my head on one hand on the side of the couch gazing boredly at the traitor facing his back at me weakly
I nod to my men as a silent order that they won't dare to disobey, They immediately get the bucket of cold water with ice and poured on the man's head we tortured making it gasped and twitched.
I take a small sip of my glass again and my jaw clenched in anger as my knuckles on the side of my head turned white, clenching it.
I lost one of my territory because of this dumbass idiot
