EVANORA
The day I get back at Amilio for all he's done to Luna aka me in the past 6 months I'll be glad the
heavens answered my prayers. To satisfy his ego he was violent.
Well the character Luna was a hard role to play. Having to act like an innocent and naïve mafia's
daughter who thought all people were pure hearted even beneath their darkness.
If there's anyone like Luna in this world then may the little man with a pitchfork find her and
murder her.
In the past six months I've lived under Amilio's roof, following orders and giving useless heartfelt
lectures. I had to stay up all night researching this thing called love and all that nonsense. It was
exhausting acting like you loved someone.
Usually I'm the one who tortures and makes people beg but because of this Luna again I had to
crawl on my knees begging Amilio to forgive me or shed crocodile tears so he'd I made him
believe I was in pain and wanted the pain to stop just to satisfy his ego and pride.
He's a selfish man trampling on a poor innocent girl like Luna. There were weeks where he'd go
for meetings overseas and stay away from home. I enjoyed those nights by torturing myservants
and acting like the queen. I was not begging a coward like Amilio to stop hurting Luna.
Running the mafia organization was amazing. Although the character Luna was meant to
destroy Amilio she was also helpful in my business.
I got to perform illegal things without fearing the law because the law was my boyfriend and
soon enough I'd have him wrapped around my fingers.
Not that the police could do anything, they couldn't lay a finger on me in a million years but
making them believe they could bring me to justice was fun.
Mind games were my specialty and playing around with them was how I spent some of my
leisure. Making them believe they could get me, making them believe they had a little power.
The truth is even if they put me in a cell I could get myself released.
I'd never been arrested before and I wasn't planning on breaking that record.
Amilio was falling for this Luna, real hard. He thought Luna was in love with him but it's a lie. It
wasn't true. Luna was an innocent, loyal, pure fragile and naïve girl who forgave monsters like
him. Eventually Amilio's torture turned into an obsession for me. He became obsessed with
hurting me. He was a real sadistic bastard.
He was one strong man in bed I must admit. His sexual pleasures were just the kind that I liked.
Using a loaded gun to fuck me. I had no fear of a gun, the fact that he could decide to pull the
trigger with the gun in my dripping pussy was exciting yet he never did it.
He was skilled in using weapons for sexual pleasure, even the sharpest weapon like a knife.
When he was angry he'd mark me with a knife, let the knife go through the depths of my core
only for me to faint the next morning and get stitches.
He barely ever used a knife after 4 months because the doctor told him something which I was
unaware of. Not like I cared what it was. For an officer Amilio was quite a dirty corrupted man.
His only goal was Evanora so I suspect there's something, a story behind his obsession with
finding Evanora.
In the past two months Amilio was a bit softer, letting his guard down and allowing love to slowly
creep in. His ego arrogance and everything that turned me on he completely let it go for 'Luna'.
He was madly in love with Luna, the girl with freckles, big glasses and a shabby dress code.
This love was a scary thing. Amilio was gentle. He was submissive to Luna to the point where
he couldn't breathe when she was not near. His arrogance, ego, and darkness all disappeared
when he was with her. He did take his job seriously especially when it was Evanora's case but
Luna was the only girl I knew so far who he showed his vulnerability.
He didn't talk much about his past, he only ever spoke of how his father was killed and that
being the reason why he became a police officer in hopes of taking revenge. That's all I knew he
didn't tell me who the person was who killed his father nor who his father was.
My one goal was to make him fall for me. According to research, love was the only strongest
thing that could reform people like him but I didn't believe it at first, seeing the results I guess it's
true and I hope the feeling never comes anywhere near me.
This was another week where he had gone overseas for something. I'm glad he's gone, now I
can deal with those traitors.
In the past months when I was gone my workers decided to rebel and bring me down. Not all of
them but let's say half. I don't know if they see me as a weak woman to try and take over the
throne I worked so hard to attain. Last month I dealt with most of them but I had to come back to
Amilio because his trip was over and it would be suspicious if he didn't find me home.
He's been gone for two days so I have five days left to myself.
The basement was quiet, the air heavy with the stench of blood. I missed my mansion, being in
control and everything that came with my name.
The people who had tried to bring me down on my knees were lined up on their knee's,tortured
in various ways. They couldn't be empathetic towards each other because each one of them got
different wounds.
"how did it feel having a split second of superiority in my territory."
"Please spare us. We didn't mean to", the girl with blonde hair spoke.
"what do you mean by that you fuckin bitch. Backing down already," the man whose eye had
been gouged out spoke with no remorse but fear was evident. He lifted his head to look me in
the eyes with his one eye and feigned confidence," I'm tired of being ruled by a female mafia.
Look around you bitch. This world is ruled by men. You're the only fuckin bitch that has that sort
of power as a mafia queen."
Another man started arguing with the one who had spoken urging him to shut the fuck up. Their
bickering was annoying. I did not know they're names even though they were my servants, not
like I cared about their existence anyway.
" I'll start with you tough guy. You have the nerve to call me a bitch. Quite brave but I hate brave
people, especially when they try to taint my name."
The guy's hands were tied to his back and he was on his knees. I yanked his hair and dragged
him to the gas chambers.
" I'm gonna show you love, tough boy. My love language is torture, you think you can handle it."
My fist landed on his face causing him to fall. There's this thing about males, they undermine
female power but we too can throw an awesome punch. Even worse. We have the power of
seduction by our side. Women fuck who they want, men fuck who they can, it's an advantage for
us.
I stripped him off his clothes leaving him stark naked. His body was not in the least attractive let
alone desirable. He was huge, bulky too, his upper body tattooed, nothing about him was
appealing.
I tied the man to the chair while he was naked and brought a vegetable machine grinder. I loved
how this machine could shred a man's pride into smitherins. He's tough, he deserves a death
that suits his physic.
I took a knife and used it to remove his finger nails and toe nails one by one. He screamed and
he sounded like a broken record. That was enough to know he was in severe pain. As tiny as
nails are, they're definitely painful.
"Barrista loved torturing me. I must say he's torture skills are good. I'm gonna shred your pride,
are you ready?"
I smiled at him imagining the life draining out of his eye's after all the torture.
"You have quite a huge dick. Is that why your pride is so big."
I took his aroused dick into my hands and used the vegetable grinder on it. That's when he
started crying and begging me to stop. Much better. His cries were music to my ears but as
soon as his whole dick was 'grated of' he passed out. How weak. All those muscles are fuckin
useless.