Meet Giselle Rose Moretti, an assassin known as "the Killer" and an undefeated underworld street fighter in the name of "the Devil's Angel."
She was kidnapped at the age of five, tortured, and trained to be a bloodthirsty killing machine.
She is als...
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~𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊~
I keep watching the bastardo russo getting tortured by Alejandro my eldest son for answers. It's quite a sight let me tell you, his face white and blistered, his blacked eyelids nearly shut, and his hair falling in flimsy clusters from the front of his forehead.
T:(Russian bastard)
He stumbled blindly around the room, His cries coming deep within his chest, like a feral cat sounds that twisted into raspy moans as they left from his cracked lips. He tried to say something, but all he got was a muffled bark.
The biggest mistake he did in his life? He's one of them who took my daughter away from me and he expects us to leave him? no fucking way.
I'd had enough of it walked up to the coglione, holding up my hands for Alejandro to stop. I walked over to the tools and took a big machete knife and approached him. His eyes were determined but mostly filled with fear, and that is what I love to see in people. I drag the chair and sit in front of him, smirking as I think about what I'm going to do him, and I begin my work..
T:(Fucker)
I'll ask you again "Why did you kill her?" There was no response. I signal my men to untie his hands, and I bring his hand to me and begin cutting his fingers off one at a time. "How about right now?" I ask again, his screams making my slight headache.
"Another question for you, WHERE IS VICTOR HIDING?" my voice roared, and I continued to stand and walk behind him, "still no?" and in a swift swipe, I brought my knife and cut his ears off. He wailed in agonising pain and screamed.
2 hours later.
after two long hours of torture plus, stabbing, cuttings and losing all of his fingers the bastardo talks.
"нeт-нет,( no-no) I'll tell you, I-I have no idea where Victor is." he pauses to take his breath, well we did a number on him. "h-he managed to flee and one more thing s-she is still alive!! please don't kill me i have a family " he cried out begging. My actions come to a halt as I freeze at the mentioning of my bambina. (baby)Is my baby girl still alive? How so? It's not possible.
i walk back to him and grip his jaw and ask "What are you on about, fuglio di puttana?" as my anger raises up by the seconds i stood in front of him and cut open his stomach where his insides are showing. " это-клянусь богом, я говорю правду"He cries out loudly.
T:(son of a bitch)
RT:( i swear to go i-i'm telling the truth)
My heart races with hope as I stop and look into his eyes as his breathing becomes rapid as he's dying from heavy bleeding, no no "TELL ME NOW?!?" "s-she escaped two y-years ago aa-nd we still haven't found h-her" "not even victor?" i ask and he nods.
"You said you have a family si? well then you never thought about my family huh?! maybe i'll do your family a favour and get rid of a sick fucker like you!" with my last words i waste no more time taking my gun and shooting in between his eyes and walking out going to my office with one purpose to find her..
T:(son of a bitch)
my baby is alive , i'll do anything to find her...
