Eres Mía

~ 23 ~

warning: violence and torture

I looked at the man in front of me; his bruises and cuts causing my attention to wander away from his eyes.

"So you work for Damien, don't you?" I asked, pacing in front of him.

He said nothing.

I smacked him hard across the face, then pulled him towards me using his shirt. The chair he was seated on scraped the floor.

"Listen to me puta, I want this over with as fast as possible. All you need to do is answer my questions and you won't get hurt. Entiendes?"
[translation: bitch, do you understand?]

"Fuck... You." he said, clearly dehydrated.

I removed my hands from his shirt and let put a dark chuckle.

Not responding to his "hateful remark", I walked over to the table where a toolbox sat.

I flipped it open and searched through it till I found some pliers. I grabbed the other seat in the room and dragged it across the floor, placing it right in front of the man.

I spun it around and sat on it. Using the tape I had placed next to me beforehand, I taped his mouth shut then grabbed his left hand.

His eyes widened in fear and realisation, his cries muffled by the tape. Using a knife i held in my other hand, I stabbed his hand into the arm rest. With the pliers, I pulled off one of his nails as he shrieked and cried.

The noise stopped. I looked up at the man and realised he had fainted. Grabbing my phone, I dialled a number and muttered a few words before a man came down with a bucket of ice water.

Using a smaller jug he had left inside the bucket, I poured water on the man and watched as he gasped for air in shock.

"Let's try again, shall we? Do you work for Damien?"

I peeled the tape from his mouth and he inhaled sharply.

"I won't tell you shit." He groaned.

Sighing, I taped his mouth again and began working on his other nails. His cries and screams, somehow, were loud enough to fill the room with sound.

Finally, when I had reached his pinky, his other hand began waving frantically.

I removed the tape and allowed him to catch his breath before he spoke to me.

"Yes... I- work for D-amien."

"Where is he now?"

"I won't-"

I raised the pliers.

"Russia." he replied hurriedly.

"Where in Russia?"

"A safe house in the rural side of Russia, Blagodarensky district. He'll come back to New York soon." He panted.

"When's he coming back?"

"Don't you think I've said enough?"

"Won't you die when Damien sees you anyways?"

"Two weeks."

"That wasn't so hard,was it?" I smirked.

With that I stood from my chair and shot a bullet in between his eyes and blood splattered onto my clothes.

A sudden rush of footsteps came from the back of the room and I turned around to see Enzo and Papa rushing in with their guns raised.

"What happened?" Papa said, till he noticed the body on the floor.