Laura Giovanna Scarlett Rossi/Black is a 17-year-old girl living a complicated life. Laura grew up being abused physically, mentally, and emotionally by her mother. This only got worse when her mother met Adam (stepfather).
Laura is not an innocent...
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The smell of blood and death wafts in the cold air of the basement. The dim lighting covers the maze of hallways.
Opening the last door on the right, I walk into the cell holding Bennett Keller- the sniper we've been after for about a week. He is tied to a metal chair, bolted into the concrete floor, by his wrists and ankles.
My Alpha Team's mission was successful without any casualties. It's the minimum we strive for on any mission.
Mike is in the room with me, standing on the back wall. They knocked out Keller, so he is limp in the chair in the middle of the room. My torture devices decorate the back right wall as I sit in my own chair facing this dumb cunt.
I motion for Mike to wake up Keller with a bucket of ice cold water. Keller gasps waking up, struggling in the chair, pulling on the restraints.
"Wake up bitch" I deadpan moving his attention to face me
His face pales bringing an evil smirk to my lips. "Surprise" I sing
"Y-you. Where the fuck am I?" The middle aged man asks continuing to tug on the ropes
"The last place you'll see before you die" I reply playing with the knife in my hands
Keller starts screaming trying to alert someone of his captivity. I look behind him and meet Mike's gaze. We both roll our eyes at his stupidity.
"Why did you try to kill my brother?" I ask crossing my legs
Keller starts to panic as his breath becomes unsteady.
Has this bitch never been tortured before? I mean good god you're a fucking rat to half the mafias on Earth.
Keller doesn't reply, only holds hatred in his eyes to mask his fear. "Alrighty then" I announce standing up from my chair
I walk around Keller's body, dragging my knife across his back. Blood drips down his skin. His shirt ripping in small gashes.
"AHHHH" He screams, pinching his eyes shut from the burning sensation
"Why did you try and kill Xander?" I ask again, standing in front of him
Keller meets my gaze with a smirk on his lips. "He thought I was dead" He tells me laughing like a maniac
So the beginning of my theory is correct...
"But you still failed in killing him" I comment with a fake pout
His eyes grow angry. "YOU PUSHED HIM OUT OF THE WAY!" He screams, spit flying out of his mouth
I back away from the splash zone with a look of disgust on my face. "And you had time to kill him without me being there. That just sounds like a you problem" I explain calmly
