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So I was off to the restaurant basement to deal with them. Reaching the basement, I saw Nico was already there and it seemed he had already started without me. The air was humid, grimy and had a scent of the blood considering it was a torture basement. There were two men in a ragged condition, their hands tied to the ceiling with chains were all bloody. I couldn’t tell where the blood was coming from. The cement had dried patches of blood from previous sessions and so was the fresh blood from Nico’s impatience. “Started without me?” I asked as I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves. At my voice Nico turned around, splashes of blood on his forehead and a sadistic smile on his face.

"Eve, can you stop being so stubborn? I've apologized, and I'm willing to pay. What more do you want? Will you not let it rest until I'm in prison?" David nodded. "Exactly. The dead can't come back to life. You need to move on. 20 grand is a lot. A life isn't even worth that much in rural areas."

The cage rattled as the man went into a violent, neurological shock, foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth. Timothy didn't feel a flicker of pity. He ripped through Lity’s mental defenses like a hot blade through plastic. Lity’s spine arched, a high, thin shriek echoing off the vaulted ceiling. The deeper Timothy dug, the more he wanted to vomit. The man’s mind was a grease fire of filth—visions of families he’d erased, the children he’d exploited for his own sick fetishes. Timothy stumbled back, his stomach rolling. A hot shower wouldn't scrub this kind of grime off his soul. He saw the bodies. The thousands of victims Lity had stepped over to build his empire.

“Mrs. Grayson, I think you need a therapist. Whatever you went through in prison—” “I’m not crazy,” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. He paused, his pen hovering over the page. “I know what I saw,” I continued. “That man is not who you think he is. You’re all so blinded by his money, his power, that you refuse to see the monster beneath.” The door opened again, and another officer stepped in, holding a sketchpad. They'd asked me to describe his physical features so they could sketch it out and make sure it matched the Axel Blackwood everyone knew. Because as far they were concerned, there was no way they were the same people.

The answer, though unspoken, seemed to materialize before me, casting a shadow of terror upon my already shattered world. There was only one man capable of orchestrating such a heinous act - Clyde Butch, a notorious and ruthless mafia boss whose name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. My mind raced with memories of my time in Clyde's clutches, a period of my life I desperately sought to forget. I had been held captive against my will, subjected to his cruel and sadistic whims. The scars, both physical and emotional, were a constant reminder of the torment I endured. The realization of Clyde's involvement sent a chilling shiver down my spine. The walls of my apartment, on

The blonde let everyone out from her body until there was nothing left to bring out. The sound of glass shattering. The sight of red liquid continuously flowing out. The look on the lifeless man’s face. The loud siren of the police cars. The panicking voice of Dakota. The look of betrayal on her face as they met eyes. That exact moment flashed vividly in her mind.

"One of the things I noticed during this year is that the fact that people turn their backs on us is what really leads us to think something that is totally wrong for most others. I will not lie that, even as an adult, even after knowing who my brother was, I thought that the Brotherhood was not just a faction that was spreading throughout the world with the aim of making a word of destruction present. I believed that my father offered some kind of comfort to homeless children, as if pretending that they were abandoned and left to their own fate. But that would be impossible. There's no way you can offer comfort and demand that the payment be the death of someone else. I realized that he did

I asked myself where I was running to and for how long I was going to run. I turned around and, feeling all pumped to murder someone, I decided to follow the blood trail. I looked around, searching for a weapon to arm myself with, and my eyes rested on the urns lined up in the sitting room used to decorate the house. I grabbed one and quickly removed my shoe. The last thing I wanted was to be caught before I could even execute my plans, so I walked barefoot while following the blood trails. As I walked toward my victim, I became more livid. I was so scared, and my hands were all shaky, but I needed to be brave, I thought.

As I came to notice the whole situation, I pushed him a bit away gently since I wasn't intending to draw attention to us. "When I refused to kill him, I was pulled to one of his victims' memories. I saw how he killed her, I was there with her but I couldn't do a thing to help her. He is a monster, he doesn't spare kids nor elders... The worst part is that he keeps some parts from the bodies of those who he kills, he collects them as souvenirs. Can you believe that he killed a five old girl and pulls her heart out of her body, then took it with him as a souvenir? He's no way to be a human..." " Shhh, that's alright ..." Chris to calm me down, " Just come down, you drawing too much attention t

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