Torn (btsxreader)

23.Laugh

The man behind the desk rubbed his throbbing head with annoyance, mind ready to pop and anger starting to leak.

"What?", he snapped irritatedly, the men before him getting to his nerves, his adam's apple bobbing, veins popping angrily.

"S-sir", one of his men stuttered, the one in front, lead of the actions that took place without his acknowledgement, neither his encouragement.

"With all due respect, she tried to kill you boss, after she didn't even reply to any of your questions, proceeding to spite you", said another, attempting to help the fellow man out with a wit reply.

He had long enough of their excuses.

"Leave", he said as calm as he could, the boiling pit of rage in his chest ready to explode, rage burned in his eyes as he glared at them with withheld fury.

"B-but sir!!-", spoke another, trying to reason with his boss.

"I SAID LEAVE!!" He snapped with a hot rage, "YOUR FIRED!", he screamed.

"WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD ATTACK A DEFENCELESS WOMAN, MORE SO WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!! THERE ARE RULES TO THIS GANG AND YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT WE DO NOT HARM WOMAN OR CHILDREN, YOU MAY BE NEW HERE BUT THAT DOESN'T EXEMPT YOU FROM THIS SITUATION", he raged at the men with an intense anger, slamming his fists down on his desk like hammers, the fire in his eyes growing, the men feeling his intense heating anger, it almost sounding like he cracked.

"Now leave! You are no longer to be allowed here" he finished, scaring the men off with one last sight; a dirty look, one he gave as a menacing symbol of authority.

Her body pulsed with pain, her airways clogged at the base of her throat, her tears spilled countlessly all over escaping profusely like the bleeding of a corpse.

She had given up, given up to her fate, she could do nothing but cry now, and soon all the tears would dry up just like every emotion she would rid of her body through her tears, all of those feelings that will die here.

She was doomed this fate of cycle, this circle of torture, she knew now that she had no future but pain, so she had to let go of it and rather become it. She will become pain, she won't let it control her anymore.

Slow and hard she would throw it all away, as if it never existed in the first place. Then she would finally be free of her horrible emotional pain. The one that shackled and and chained her for all these years, and it only got worse and worse, she cared to much, time to let that care go.

Her ears ringed with the sound of metal clacking against cement, with a slow creaky whine the door to her cell opened, with whom it welcomed she did not know.

The claps of shoes could be heard against the hard cemented floor, the cold one that soothed her body as it rang with pain. Soon black shined against her eyeballs, shiny polished  shoes stopped in her field of sight.

Dress shoes, sparkling and clean, twinkled against her pearly orbs, she could tell someone was kneeling in front of her but their motives or agenda where unbeknownst to her.

"Fucking imbeciles", a rough, husky voice spoke. Snaking under your armpits, muscular, veiny hands brought you up. You were leaned against the hard grey wall
in only your undergarments. Face to face you came with the same guy you were to lure in to trap with seduction.

What a failure that was!

The man clenched his jaw in what seemed as ticking anger; a bomb to explode. Fire cracked and soared through his eyes as he grabbed your chin examining your damage. Shaking your head side to side then scanning your body shamelessly, with no care in the world. But then again he was an all powerful crime boss he must've seen worse than this already. 

Blood spoiled your smooth, tanned skin and bruises and and cuts were littered across it. Aching burns and scorching whips of pain heated your back, a black eye and what seemed of painful broken ribs; you were all black, purple, blue and red; bloodied, broken and bruised. Not more than you were emotionally to begin with.

His warm chocolate sea twinkled at your terrible sight, burning into your sole with what you depicted as regret? Remorse? Guilt, pity and sadness?

"I'm sorry", he said with a sincere twinkle in his eyes and a heartfelt honesty in his deep, smooth voice.

"I will make sure you are free from torture from now on", his smooth, plump lips spoke. You let out a crippled laugh, obviously not believing anything coming out his mouth. This tanned handsome bastard had it all, why would he dare help you for no reason, a shattered girl in the horrid world of mafia, not to mention he was the king of it.

"CALL THE MEDIC", was the last you heard as dark engulfed your numb soul once again, leading you out of the horribly soiled world, into the comfort of black.

A/c: back with a trashy update. I haven't written in so long and this is the best I came with after being trumped for so long :) sorry not sorry.

And here's our tanned, handsome bastard ;))))