The Gangleaders Daughter

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Life Sucks

The pathetic excuse for a man whimpered as I slammed my fist onto the table. Tauntingly, I circled around him. My amber hues bore into his. "Please,"he sobbed. "Just let me go, I don't know where he is!".I rolled my eyes.

'Useless'

'You don't say huh?'

'Throw him away'

I let Cody cry his sorry ass off until I got annoyed. "You do know this is a dangerous game your in right? I mean, this is my game." I purred  as I hugged him from behind him, knife in hand.

Oh, if you were wondering, Cody was tied up to a chair. But since I wanted some pizazz, I had blue rope for him. I know, I know I'm generous.

I played with the red blade, admiring it's existence. Somehow the tip made its way into neck.

'Your taking too long'

'Suck my left nut and jiggle the right'

'Suck your wha-'

"Your a lucky man my pet, because those guys," I pointed behind me. " Are not gonna kill you." He exhaled in relief.

How sweet.

"I am." And with that, I dug the knife into his jugular. I saw he was still breathing, choking on his own blood, but breathing.

"Just fucking die already, it's no use. And I'll remember this moment. It's one of my favorites by far." I said with a smile.

"Y-you bitch!" He struggled,"I hope to see you in hell." I simply laughed.  "Then you'll see my father! Tell him I said hey. Oh, and tell him to bring his ass back up here, he has a bunch of brutes to lead." That got a laugh from the boys.

"That's w-why your mo-" Blood gushed out of his eye as he choked on his blood.
That M word. We never speak upon that,ever.

"To try & say that word with your defiled mouth. Enjoy the flames., it's a special touch." I walked to the door of the torture chamber. I put my best smile on my face and turned to the rest. "Bye!"

***

After I walked out of the room, I heard slow clapping. Quietly, I pulled my gun out of my holster. "It's such a shame, he was such a good guy." I gasped.

"Papa!" Huh. So Cody did send him my message. I ran to hug him. "I missed you."

He hugged me tighter.

"So I saw your performance. You did good, but..."

"But..?"

"We have some bad news." He had that glint in his eyes. My heart pounded against my chest. "W-what is it?" Did he find out I ate his cake?

"YOUNG LADY YOU ARE GROUNDED! YOU ATE MY DONUTS."

"In my defense, I was hungry and lazy. They just happened to be right where I was sitting. But at least you didn't know I ate your-" I smacked my hands to my mouth to refrain from saying anymore.

"5"

'No no no no'

'Amber! Why in the home would you take over and do that?!'

'Amira we were both hungry don't even try to front'

'Take over my left side so I can smack the fuck outta you'

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1, run."

Jesus(sike Imma real demon fo life)help me. I ran turning corners trying to get him to go the wrong direction, I fell.

I fell and as I was trying to stand up, I got up the wrong way and somehow stubbed my toe. I winced in pain as Papa trapped me, smirking.

Life sucks.