šValtoria
~REID GAMBINO
I descended the creaky stairs, my footsteps echoing off the damp stone walls. The air down here was thick with the scent of decay and rot, but it didn't bother me. I'd grown accustomed to the smell over the years and it was part of my lifestyle, a lifestyle I can't stay hidden from even if I wanted to. The warehouse was a labyrinth of crumbling brick and rusty pipes, the only light coming from a few flickering bulbs that casted eerie shadows onto the walls.
Cobwebs clung to the corners of the roof, and I could feel the weight of the darkness pressing in around me but I wasn't fazed for this was my domain, my sanctuary.
The walls seemed to whisper to me as I walked, the sound of scratched voices whispering in my ear. I ignored them, my eyes scanning the rows of dusty shelves which contained rusty equipment that had been abandoned over the years. Equipment we used in helping people cross to the other side of the world.
I reached the back of the warehouse where the shadows seemed to pool and twist. Figures loomed in the dimly-lit space, their eyes glinted, cold and menacing, boring into the soul of the one who was strapped to a chair.
The figures felt the air shift with its unspoken power, a presence that commanded respect and fear. They didn't dare to meet my gaze, but they knew of my presence in the room and acknowledged it by bowing their heads in respect.
I took a seat at the farthest corner, watching what was unfolding before me.
Zap, zap, zap...
"I'll t-talk, I p-promise I'll talk just stop, p-please!" The voice echoed in the eerily warehouse as I stared down at the pathetic fool who was being mildly tortured.
His voice, that sentence he made, those words, begging, pleading and being vulnerable, a pussy and behaving cowardly only sums up to one word.
Pathetic.
"Aw, I was just getting started." Enzo, my second in command sighed dramatically, a menace smile creeping at the corners of his lips, his sadistic side which gives me pleasure, his maniac thoughts that makes me feel giddy. Knowing that what I had trained looked quite a lot like me, but, would never be me. "Let me just hit the button three more times and we'll be done." He spoke with a smile, a convincing faƧade which gives his offenders a non-feasible hope, a hope he would crush without it reaching their grasps. I fuck heavily with those types of pleasure, torture, torment and insanity.
"Nonono! Please no, I'll t-tell you more, I know t-things please just d-don't press the button." A mistake of a man was currently strapped in a custom-made Iron electrifying chair I drew up, solely made for my beautiful victims, giving them a pleasurable and adventurous death journey to the other side, literally enough to make the devil himself question his position in hell knowing well enough I would be a successful candidate if I were to overthrow him.
"You're no fun." Enzo huffed, his smile disappearing into a pout as his tongue darted out to play with the two silver rings at the left corner of his lower lip. A thing he does when his damaged brain is making up more captivating scenarios to please me, ideas to leave me amused. His smile returned, a little more conniving this time which meant a bewildering idea had struck him, the one to feed my undying sadism and not to bruise my ego. "I think....we should play a game." Enzo spoke, slowly running the tip of his golden dagger along the left temple of the fool, crossing the dagger towards his nose to meet the end of his right jawline. An arc line of crimsons appearing, following the tip of the golden dagger as it left an artistic red trail behind. Splendid. "So, what do you say whimpers?" He finished, admiring the crimson splattered to the tip of his dagger. He sheathed his dagger and sets it aside, cocking his head slightly to the side, amusingly staring at his art work.
Whimpers was the name Enzo had given the fool strapped in a chair, since he whimpers and flinches to everything and every action Enzo makes. Whilst I call the pathetic ones victims or preys. Enzo makes sure to give his victims befitting names and scars that leaves beautiful traces behind.
"S-sir p-please, I'm the o-only one here w-who knows the A-azurian secrets. If you k-kill me now, you will never find out." The victim stated, tad boldly this time might I add.
"Aw, we are friends remember? Now why would I kill someone I'm friends with?" Enzo shoulder slumped as he sighed in mock sadness. "Anyways....about the game." His grin returned making the victim whimper in both past and upcoming pain, his head frantically shaking sideways, while Enzo nodded his head positively with a grin. "We start with the number 8 because, well, it's my lucky number." He shrugged, the left side of my lips tugged upwards with interest, wanting to know what this was all about and where it was going. "I gave a little adjustment to our friend here, Zappy." He continued, gesturing to the control remote on his hand. Victims eyes widened with a whole new level of fear, his breaths was coming out ragged, his chest heaving out of terror. We haven't even started yet and he's all broken and messed up beautifully. "Don't worry, I only increased it to 10V, barely enough to kill you because I would never kill a friend and we are friends, after all." He finished, his menacing grin not faltering for a second.
"Wait! The D-don is planning o-on making an alliance with the Eldradorian m-mafia so they would gang up a-against you. Please don't kill me." He rushed his words out, staring pleadingly at everyone else in the room except meeting my gaze.