Life Or Death

Meeting Death Himself

"Hello May."

It was the last words that May heard before she got drugged by The Grim Reaper. That awful voice was smooth but it was raspy in a whisper form. It sounded like The Grim Reaper was Satan in human male form, his scar was there to prove it.

May was still unconscious when The Grim Reaper brought her to a cramped room where there was only a chair that stood in the light that came from the light from the ceiling. It gave off an eerie vibe.

He plonked May down on the chair while one of his men grabbed the rope for his boss to tie the woman that was responsible for seeing him kill a mistake.

"Now darling, you will not be able to escape from me." The Grim Reaper rasped as he became satisfied with what he'd done to the young seamstress. The light was giving off the jagged line of his scar that Max had given him. It seemed like The Grim Reaper was proud of Max Harvey for giving him the scar. He had used the scar to terrify the wits out of poor bastards who come across him in the damned West End. Especially May Hart.

It felt so good getting the lass at last. The Grim Reaper had gotten his prize and she was in front of her. Wonderful. Oh, the things that he was going to do to her.

The Grim Reaper got his man to bring another chair to the soulless room where he had kept May captive under ropes in a chair. The chair arrived and he told his man to go away before May was alone with the man that was responsible for destroying her family. He was the fucking Grim Reaper who deserved to have the name since all he did was bring death to the whole of West End.

The Grim Reaper sat in front of May, his eyes were green with fury but a different type of fury. He shouldn't be feeling like this, he should kill May for all he cared about but the blessed woman brought something out in the man. The gangster went into thought as he looked at May who was still floppy under the influence of chloroform that was forcefully put upon her in Max's mansion. Stupid Max Harvey, The Grim Reaper always knew that the man was fucking stupid when it came to security and his possessions such as May. The woman must've made Mad Max to take her in when he got his men to spy during his taking-care-of-mistakes that night. The Grim Reaper laughed with glee but when May had gotten back her senses, May screamed.

"What are you doing to me?! Where's Max?!" May screamed out but The Grim Reaper swooped around her and grabbed her by the mouth with his bare hands.

"We wouldn't want to be screaming, would we?" The Grim Reaper liked to taunt his victims when they saw that the man at the very centre of their tales was standing in front of them.

After getting one inch of courage, May bit the inside of The Grim Reaper's hand and he let out a roar that sounded as equal to a lion. He jerked his hand away after he felt May bite him hard on the inside of his hand. May was secretly satisfied with herself over the fact that she had bitten a man who destroyed her family.

"You want to play!" The Grim Reaper's voice was dark which made May regret what she did a second ago. The man was getting badder by the second that May's in his company. May never realised that she desperately wanted Mad Max and his men to save her from the madness that was about to happen. It was like entering living Hell on Earth. The Grim Reaper was grinning, his teeth was on full show as he glared at May. 

"A lady wants to play!" He continued to taunt her, May wanted to cry already but she wasn't about to let The Grim Reaper see what he does to her on her emotional state. May still stayed silent, she wasn't going to him the satisfaction of her begging for her blessed life.

"The Grim Reaper will show you how he plays with the ladies!" The Grim Reaper shouted with spittle flying out of mouth before delivering a slap across May's pale cheek on her face. She let out a shocked gasp, she tried to put her hand on her face but came to the realisation that she was tied down by the bastard in front of her.