ROSE IN THE DARK
He tossed the burnt out cigarette stick to the floor, grinding it beneath his shoes.
"Yes, boss!!"
He stepped out, his expression deathly grim. "Have another suit sent to me, this one is ruined", he spoke to the scarred guard walking behind him, without offering him a glance.
" Yes, boss!", the man replied,his deep eyes settling on the pair of bloody handprints stained on his master's trousers.
He gave a silent sigh. His boss was always like this; twisted, cunning and always thirsty for blood. He glanced at the boss again - Certainly, the heavens were just as twisted, making him look so good and yet be so rotten within.
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