Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.15

[Contains violent scenes, which may not be appropriate for many readers. If you want you can skip this part. Preferably for 18+]

Remo.

"How well are we treating our guest so far?" I ask Fabiano.

"Last week he was substituted to slow torture by passing electric shock through his body, even then the bastard didn't budge. Then Dante had his own sweet fucking way with that bastard. And now I guess he is ready for yah." Fabiano huffs.

"Haha, hope the mayor is ready for me." I tell Fabiano with a grin and an excitement that I cannot deny.

I move myself into the cell where my special guest is being treated. I didn't want to make death easy for Mr.Maxwell. The pain I saw in Rachel's eyes still haunts my night. Hence he was given the privilege of being in my torture cell for the past one week. And I must give his balls,that bastard didn't even ask for mercy, I wish he asks for it from me only. I can't imagine anybody other than me,laying hands on my girl. Our first kiss was just her way to escape from the tortuous reminder of this motherfucker. It was out of urgency and need.

But our second one was out of pure passion and need. The kiss was nothing less than intoxicating. It was the valium for my night. Christ! Rachel is my valium! Keeping all these thoughts in the safe locker of my head I move to the torture room.

I can see a bewildered and bloody Maxwell lying on the floor. On seeing me Dante,gets up and moves to the corner of the room. Maxwell's face is wounded beyond means. With blood splattered across his torso and face. It seems as if his eyes is going to pop out any moment. His lips is smashed and I am damn sure that his fucking nose is nothing less than a mess. He is half-naked with only a thin robe covering his waist.

When I approach him slowly and steadily he lifts his head and smirks at me.

Holy motherfucker!!

"Remo, it was a pleasure fucking your girl. I am damn sure that she has shared how I was in bed." He smirks at me.

I ball my fists and tell myself that whatever this sick bastard is telling isn't true and is trying to get a reaction from me. And I must say that he is going to get one soon.

"In your dreams you bastard." I laugh.
I move closer so that our faces are just inches away.

I take his right hand in mine and I examine them and think of all the atrocities he would have done to my girl, hadn't my Rachel reacted on time. Vile rises in the back of my throat. But I quickly push it down.

"This is the very hand that you used to slap my girl. Isn't it?" I look at him right into his face.

"Yes and many more things which you can't even imagine." He spits again and succeeds. The spit reaches right on my face and covers my cheeks. I rub it using the back of my hand and take the player from my pocket.

I take the player and press it against his knuckles. He squeaks and tries to move under my grip but unfortunately for him, I am much stronger than this piece of shit!

I pluck his right index finger and it comes out with so much ease as if it was as easy as plucking flowers. I am enjoying it like fuck!

He screams and to my suprise the screams come as a harmony to my ears. Yes! I am a bastard of a sadist. I must say I am loving it.

"You want more Mr.Maxwell?" I am sure you can do much better things now." Now it is my time to smirk at him.

"Fuck you and your girl Remo." He says in between his screaming.