Page 1 of Viparious

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Vlad

My muscles tense as the shock works through my body. There’s sweat on every inch of my skin, but I look at the prick holding the cattle prod. His little name badge says Ryder, and he spooks when I widen my eyes and extend my voice.

“That one tickled, you’re getting the hang of it.”

The sun has already come up, but it doesn’t make anyone lose energy in torturing me. I want the drugs back. I got to see Vanya, and Inessa was sitting with her. My bratty wife was giving me shit, Vanya wasn’t talking, but she smiled and giggled.

I wrap the chains tighter around my fists and wait. I need Ryder to prod me again. Each time he shocks me, they don’t focus on my hands and assume the rattling is due to my body seizing.My taunts are let loose to get him to act.

“Do you take after your mother or father?”

His head turns towards me, and his brows come together. He has parental issues, which is evidenced by more than him joining a shitty MC. The tattoos with Mom and Dad crossed out on his forearm show his weakness to the world, while mine show my strength. Every crime is cataloged on my body, and I tense as the dumb fuck acts like we’re having a conversation.

“Why?” he asks.

I hold my arms taut, playing up the part like there’s no excess chain as I stare into his eyes and watch his fear increase.

“If you look like your mother, then I know not fuck her before I slit her open and shove you back up her cunt.”

He rages, as expected, but he still holds onto his fear and stays out of reach as he pushes the cattle prod into my chest. Fuck me, it’s like being a kid again. I don’t know where Len got one from, but it was his favorite toy from the moment he brought it home when I was ten.

Ryder keeps the cattle prod against my chest, and it gives me more strength as my body spasms, absorbing the shocks. The chain in my hands is lax, and I continue wrapping it around my hands as I ignore the way it cuts open my palm. Sweat coats my body, mixing with the blood on my skin, and the current is moved away.

I’m still in my shorts, but they’ve been having fun, judging by the slashes in my skin. There are some on my back. They pull as I tense. They can’t have healed already when I’ve only been here a few hours. The door swings open, stopping me from examining my current state. Heavy booted footsteps thud against the weak wooden steps as someone descends into the basement.

My head doesn’t drop as I watch their annoying president, who has less authority than the hair that’s receding from his ugly fucking face, puff his chest out. He comes to stand in front of me, and his attempt at menacing is laughable. I let the sound out, knowing I’m going to rip his fucking tongue from his head for touching my wife, and he bristles at the sound leaving me. His fist flies out, making the sound bounce off the walls as my head turns, proving he’s a weak fuck.

“I never believed the rumors, but you’re crazier than people say you are.”

His monologue is boring as fuck, and my tongue soothes the sting on my lip, waiting for it to be over.

It’s the same shit. Vlad’s a psycho, everyone scream. Blah fucking blah. I’d rather listen to Valya’s tantrums, at least he remixes them.

The fucker can’t hide his fear when I stare into his beady little eyes. He’s kept out of reach, only sending errand boys to inflict long-distance pain with a cattle prod or a gun. My smile feels dark and murderous, matching my voice as he quickly takes a step back.

“Come closer. Unless you’re scared even when I’m tied up.”

Leno meekly descends the steps down and hides in the corner, but he tries to shake his head at his new master to tell him it’s a bad idea. I lock onto his treacherous fucking face and ask, “On cheshet tebe zhivot posle togo, kak ty sosesh’ yego chlen?1”

He tenses at the insult but doesn’t fucking move and I laugh harder. There’s supposed to be kinship among outsiders. He was a member of the Bratva at one point. Even if he was in another security group, we are supposed to remain united against outside factions.

Fucking snake.

Birdie hesitates, and I let him have the attention he wants as I speak calmly, given my position.

“You’re a bitch, you weak fuck. My kid nephew killed one of your men and he’s a fucking boy.”

I ignore the discomfort that coats my tongue at the mention of Viktor. He’s fucking powerful and stabbed one of these little MC cunts in the dick with a paintbrush. My laugh comes out again at his choice of weapon and the site he chose to inflict damage. I force my body to go limp, appearing to hang from the chains as it tapers off.

Birdie puffs his chest out and wipes his disgusting, greasy hand down his equally disgusting stomach.

“Looks like the psycho only has so much energy,” he takes half a step forward. The coward isn’t close enough. I’m going to shove his tongue up his ass instead of gifting it to Inessa when he continues, “Your wife wasn’t calling me a bitch when she was riding my cock.”

Holding the chains tighter, my teeth ache from how hard I’m clenching my jaw.

“I might have to pay her another visit. The uptight ones are always the best at sucking cock.”

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