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Don's back muscles flexed as he opened the heavy metallic door that led to the basement. The place reeked of dirt and blood. Cobwebs swept across his forehead as he stepped into the dirt filled room. His chest heaved up and down as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. His large muscly fingers had a firm grib on a stainless steel knife.
Don's basement, a place that was dreaded by his captives held another prisoner in its firm grip. No captive ever made it out of Don's basement alive. The dimly lighted room revealed a collection of human skulls which were neatly arranged on a table in the far corner of the basement. The skulls created an eerie atmosphere.
The captive behind the locked bars felt Don's presence. He weakly rose to his feet, anticipating the torture that Don was yet to inflict on him again. His body sagged with exhaustion. His shirt was stained with dried blood and dirt. His stomach grumbled angrily reminding him that he has been deprived of food for days.
His bloodshot eyes emanated pain and hunger. He examined his bandaged arm carefully wincing in pain as he touched it. He knew the gunshot wound on his left arm was gradually getting infected because he was not on any kind of medication after the bullet was ejected from his arm.
Intimidation creased his forehead as Don grabbed his neck and flung him across the room. His screams of agony echoed in the basement as he landed on his wounded arm. He felt numb.
"La bête, you are nobody. I made you who you are today. You daughter betrayed Don so she met her untimely death. The same fate will befall you today."
Don's hands closed over his shoulders, his fingers like talons digging into his flesh, as he snarled "Your whore of a daughter broke the code of silence and then went ahead to give out information about my business to my enemies. Nobody messes with Don"
"Bastard, th-" His words were cut off as Don's fist came into contact with his jaw. The taste of blood filled his mouth. Gasping for breath, he stared up at Don. The look on his face was so terrible La bête cringed beneath it.
"If you kill me, the russian mafia will be on your tail" La bête said sarcastically
"I'm always one step ahead of my enemies. My spies will inform me about their operations. I will personally castrate them and feed their d**ks to the birds of the air" A satisfactory smile swept across Don's face.
"I bruised up Elena pretty bad" La bête said weakly. Don roared angrily at the mention of Elena. Fury blinded him as he stabbed his prisoner in the chest. Crimson liquid pooled around La bête as he felt another stab in his ribs.
He firmly shut his eyes and welcomed another wave of pain as Don slit his throat effortlessly with the knife. The stench of fresh blood filled the basement as La bête was welcomed into an eternal world of darkness by the angel of death.
"Der Teufel in dir wurde entfesselt. Gut gemacht, mein bester Freund" Anton's booming voice came out of nowhere. (The devil in you has been unleashed. Well done, my best friend.)
Don whipped around and faced Anton."Get the boys to clean up this mess and add his skull to my achievements"
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COMPELLED 2 (GERMAN MAFIA)
General Fiction"Don't mess with me, Meine Sonnenblume. When I say sit, you must sit," Don roared angrily at me (My Sunflower) At that moment, I knew I was standing in front of the devil himself. My tiny legs trembled as I slowly sat down.
