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// TRIGGER WARNING: blood, torturing, and death will be in this oneshot, so if you are discomforted by any of those following, please do not read this //
This is only a short drabble, nothing too special. In all honesty, it's to satisfy my Mafia!Ranpo needs : )
P.S.: this is based on @/daazaaai 's tweet:
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Pain shot throughout your body for the umpteenth time, your wrists a blaring red as the rope suffocating your blood flow dug under your prickling skin. The tall brunet stared at you through his open eye with the most cynical look plastered on his face you have ever seen, the other covered with bandages stained in your own blood. He walked up to you slowly once again, a knife tracing the lines on your throat, the sharp edge puncturing a small slit across your neck.
"This here is your sternum," he murmured, the knife feathering against your skin, the honed edges centimeters away from slitting your entire throat open.
"and here.... this is your sternothyroid. Just above it.... here.. is your cricothyroid. They're fairly important muscles to depress your larynx from popping right out of there. It would be a shame if it were to be sliced open."
Intense cold chills were sent across your skin and down your spine, whimpers escaping your throat from the threat. Your eyes watered from the intense pain you were suffering. You never wanted this. You never signed up for this. Never once had you thought about being caught and hung up mid-air in the basement of the Port Mafia as one of their highest executives tortured you ruthlessly.
You let out a sob for what felt like the millionth time, feeling like an utter fool as you begged again and again, "please... I-I didn't do anything!"
The man simply laughed, pure laughter coming from his gruesome heart. He sighed after a few silent minutes of gazing at you in wonder, curiosity sparkling within his carmine-brown orbs.
