The Lost Angel [BxB]

guryon

The world was full of monsters, and they were allowed to bite the innocent and the unwary.

'Cujo'
[Stephen King]

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10: GURYON

Maxi awoke in a cold sweat. Bruised and bloody and terrified. Crimson droplets rose to the surface of his olive skin, dripping from the gashes on his wrists that had appeared as a result of the metal handcuffs that were keeping him anchored to the bedposts. He screamed, but he knew better than to expect anyone to hear him. He was all alone.

He tried to break free, but it only deepened the wounds from the tight restraints. He had no choice but to cry, and wait for death. He knew about Guryon's reputation. Captives barely lasted a week in his torture chamber before he murdered them, leaving his loyal disciples to clean up the mess. Maxi was no different, in fact, he was a high profile victim. He meant a little more, considering he was from a rival gang. Guryon would savour him, drag it out until Maxi was begging to die.

He was knocked with one hit in a shadowed alleyway. The next thing he knew, he was a bloody mess, laying in a dark grotty room, waiting for it to be over.

Maxi gulped when he heard heavy footsteps approaching, squinting through the darkness to catch a glimpse of the beast. Guryon was an older gang member; he'd been in the game for a long time. He was responsible for every drug that came in and out of New Mexico, and had killed more people than even he himself could comprehend. He was a straight up sociopathic psycho, and yet, everyone was too scared to touch him. Even the police weren't brave enough to do anything until they were certain they had enough evidence to lock up him and his gang for life. If they acted too soon, Guryon wouldn't hesitate to order the murder of a detective's entire family.

"Maximiliano Eladio Verez." Guryon smirked, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the sharp blade in his hands, "I've been wanting to add you to my collection for a long time. You're pretty special to me, do you know that?"

Maxi's lower lip was trembling, his hands shaking, and body frozen in cold fear, "P-P-Please." He stammered, voice quiet and strained, "Por favor. No me mates...p-please!"

Guryon laughed and tucked the knife into the back pocket of his jeans, "Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Not yet. What would be the fun in that?" He sniggered. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to see the look on your jefe's face when he finds out what I did to his favourite boy toy. He's obsessed with you. Why else would he keep a scrawny kid like you around? What use does a gang have for a boy without muscles, eh?"

Maxi stared up at him, paralysed with dread. He wanted Guryon to hurry up, to get the pain over and done with. He couldn't stand weeks of torture, just to be stabbed, or strangled, or suffocated, or beaten, or shot between the eyes. He would have given the world to skip the torture and just die right here, right now.

"I can see the attraction of a pretty boy like you." Guryon continued, "If I were Cesar, I'd keep you too. What is it that you do again?"

Maxi refused to reply, keeping his lips sealed tightly shut. Guryon was going to do what he wanted either way, why play along with his little games? The end result was never going to change.

"Hey." Guryon snapped, "Fucking answer me before I go and kill every single kid in that group home you grew up in." He laughed manically at the look of pure terror in Maxi's big brown eyes, "Oh, how cute, you thought I didn't know about your sad little backstory. Your Mom was a prostitute, am I right? A whore who had you snatched away from her by social services at just five years old." He laughed even harder, making Maxi's blood run ice cold. "So, you gonna tell me what job Cesar had you doing?"