Obsession of Prisoner VII

 "My brother will find me, Carter," I said as I looked at the older cruel looking wrinkled man in front of me as the sound of chains on the ground seemed to fill his momentary silence.  "I don't think I've ever heard of an American Don who needed his big brother's help," he replied cockily with a smirk and I narrowed my eyes at his ugly face.  "Well, not every American Don's older brother is Axwell," I replied, my tone levelled and cold as it always was.  He stepped up to me, his face an inch away from my chest as he craned his neck to look up at me and meet my eyes, "I don't know you are, and I don't know who he is, but I'm one hell of a threat because here I have you, the American Don..."  He snarled at me, and I simply tightened my fists, calming my inner beast which could snap his neck easily. I wouldn't have hesitated to take care of him, I wouldn't have hesitate

 I was brought back to the basement, as I believe it should be called, and the red boots, what I have chosen to call her guards- Kitty's guards, had instructed me to take off my overalls and take a shower. Once again, it wasn't a peaceful shower and it was starting to piss me off that they would beat me up for no reason, it seemed they took pleasure in it. When I was done with the shower, they handed me a neatly folded black overall similar to the one I had been wearing before, since the day I got here.  Today, the basement had been different. A few days ago when I had been brought here it was an open floor, with only the shower but now, besides the shower was a square brown table and two chairs, across from each other. After getting dressed they had forced me to sit and wait, their eyes on me and I simply put my hands behind my back as I closed my eyes, meditating and wondering where the hell my brother was.  I only o

 "Two weeks? Did it have to take you so long, Axwell?" I asked with a smirk as I sat up on my bed and I was met with my brother Axwell, leaning against the door and he smiled back at me.  "I'm here right now, am I not?" He asked me, his British accent was thick and I could barely hear the words that came out of his mouth.  I stood up from the bed, unable to stop myself as I walked to him and he embraced me in a long hug. He was my father, he was my mother, my brother and my best friend, all in one person. "Here is your suit," my brother said to me when I finally pulled back from the hug between us and I took the bag he handed me in my hands as I walked back to my bed and placed it on there as I began to strip.  He had brought everything I needed; underwear, a shirt, my suit, socks and my shoes.  "You have scars," he said, "why is your body so beat

 "You know, Kitty, I could give you so much more than what Carter or any other person can," I began as I could feel a smirk growing on my face as I looked at Kitty who sat across from me. Stoic and straight faced as always, her eyes watching me, "I'm not saying leave the poor guy, but...yeah, dump his ass."  I grunted when the guard whipped me with a baton on the back of my head and my head banged on the table and I started seeing stars so I just shut my eyes as I began to feel myself getting weaker from that hit.  I shut my eyes tightly and let out groans at the pain of that hit, "you know," I began through loud breaths, "I'm going to get out of this place and when I do, I'm going to get every single one of you, and kill you," I said and I felt a hand on my neck as they forced me to look up at Kitty and my head bobbed uncontrollably. I felt like I couldn't control my neck.  So the guard kept

WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL ADDRESS ISSUES OF RAPE, DRUGS, ABUSE AND MURDER.   "What was it that you said, again?" I asked Carter as I stood before him and he looked at me with nothing but fear and terror in his eyes, "oh yes that I was going to pay, that you were going to scar me so badly, I'd never be the same," I paused and then nodded as I unbuttoned my shirt and then let it fall to the floor.  Walking away from him so he could see how badly he scarred me, all over my back, all I had were the lash markings from all those times he came into my cell with his two guards and they would whip me for no reason, laughing and making lewd jokes while they done so. Now it was time for them to pay.  When I had picked up my phone and called Axwell he was there in an hour. We released every single one of the prisoner's by overriding the system and opening every single cell door and gate