"Im here to kidnap you" he said. I chuckled, what kind of idiot says that? He laughs and says "Im kidding Im kidding! But I am here because my boss wants me to inform you about something. " He gets serious again. "Who is your boss?" I question "Anyway," he has no reaction to my question at all "Where is Jade?" I stare at him blankly. "You little bastard. You were stalking her?" I'm shocked. "Listen, she walked out right? Where'd she go?" He demanded. " I don't..know.." I said. "Stop with that fucking nonsense. " He walked straight up to me, his gun against my head. "I seriously don't know, she walked out and I thought you guys would get her" I said calmly. He said "Boss wanted me to tell you something. You have two days, don't return her, you'll die. Don't question our ways. Or maybe I might get my way with you first." I laughed sarcastically and stared him straight in the eye. "Your boss would let you huh? Let you rape me? Why don't I just kill myself before you or him does anything?" He looked clueless. "Im leaving now. Tell your boss I'm ready. Tell him, I'll hang his arms and legs on separate chains on a wall. I'll throw rocks at him. Use him as a kicking and punching device. I'll starve him. Beat him. Torture him. I'll skin him. Bring him out to the public with him hanging upside down on a pole naked. Chop his Dick off. And finally, set him ablaze. Tell him, I'll be ready" He looked worried. "You won't do shit to me. Not if I get you first. " I knew it. He was the boss. The son that raped and murdered my mom. "So you are the boss, I see. Listen dumbass, I suggest another threat wouldn't be smart. Deciding to get you and your men killed over a girl that I don't know where she is, is pure stupidity, and, I wanna tell you, I'm not even the slightest bit scared, you talking, actually turned me on a bit." He bit his lip and chuckled. I rode off. I wondered why I was a mass murderer? Did I kill for power? Glory? For my mom? Or me?
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Fragile
RomanceMy skin is soft, my heart is stone. I'm always serious. My gun does the work for me. My name is unknown to many. But my works are known to the world. Welcome, to my hell that I love and abuse.