𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘

A pierced tongue slides over the chapped lips of the mob boss, hand raising the simple revolver in his hand. The traitorous man tied to the simple metal chair struggled violently, tears spilling down his face violently. 
          	
          	"Shigi please! I d-didnt mean to rat! I didn't m-mean for the base t-to get over run! Boss i-im sorry!" 
          	
          	Cracked lips snap back into a violent snarl, the albino putting the end between the man's thighs before pulling the trigger. The screams that follow almost sound like music to his ears before they quickly become an annoyance. 
          	
          	He shoves the barrel down the man's throat, muffling his sobs and cries of pain. 
          	
          	"Shut the fuck up. S h u t. U p." 
          	
          	And at that, another gun shot rings out, the sound of droplets spraying not even a second after. Then came the dripping, the clicking of the barrel rotating, and then another bang. 
          	
          	Satisfied, the albino man with dyed blue hair leaves the messy scene behind.