Page 26 of His Cursed Heart

and a mouth sewn in the same color covers his whole face, leaving his identity hidden.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Arius asks the same question as mine. Unlike the Empress, Arius uses his real voice.

“Si.”

“Brava ragazzo.” Arius says with a little laugh. He then, turns his head toward me and comes slowly to my side. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Boss.” He raises his hand, and I took it in mine.

“Likewise.” I say in a serious tone. I hold his hand in mine a little longer. “Do we still have our deal?”

“Straight to the point I see, but you need to get this into your head. I am a man of word. You got me my prisoner, and you’ll get your information as soon as I find it.”

I nod shortly and move towards Fred, lowering myself onto one knee, because I wanted to be at the same level as his body.

“Do you have the answer?” I ask while taking another cigarette out.

“S-Sir, please,”

“I didn’t ask you to beg.” I light up the cigarette and inhale a big part of it. “If you don’t choose anything, I’ll do it for you.” I let the smoke out, blowing it in his face.

He starts to cough, and I bring the cigarette close to his face.

“Just kill me, Capo, please.”

“You’re no fun.” I say disappointed. “Option number 1 it is then.” And I shove the cigar on his cheek until I feel it penetrating his skin.

His whimpers are quickly starting to become roars of pain. And this is just the beginning.

“Orion, bring me the pliers, the one I usually use to

cut the big screws from cars.” Fred’s eyes widen and I rise from my position.

“What are you doing to him?” I hear Arius’s voice.

“You’ll see.” That’s because of what he did to my sister.

I still remember how red her skin was because she tried to wash his cum until she tore off almost all the rows of skin.

Orion comes next to me and handles me the pliers, then he went behind Fred, in case he needs to be held.

“Try not to scream too loud. Outside are people who are having fun.” Allan warns him and I laugh.

I take off my jacket and put it on the only chair in the room, to then lean back in front of Fred.

“Remember that you didn't choose.” And I grab the pliers, bringing it to his face. “With what should I start? Your eyes?” Then I move the pliers lower to his hands. “Your hands?” And before I can cut the first finger, a muffled vibration is heard in the dark room.

Then another one.

“Allan, bring me my phone, now.” I say angry.

Who the fuck is sending me messages?

When the phone is in my face, I grab it and open it quickly.

Unknown Number: Ivan told me where you are.

Unknown Number: Not that he had a choice.

Unknown Number: Cut that motherfucker’s dick until he dies in pain.

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