Page 8 of Arianna

I am not a nobleman.

I don’t care to be one.

I never do anything out of the kindness of my heart.

Mainly because I don’t have one.

A heart, I mean.

Only for her.

“How do you want him to go out, chief?” Armando, Sandoval’s second in command, points his knife my way while keeping a tight hold on the sick son of a bitch currently defecating in his pants.

Rearranging my left cufflink, I give it some thought.

Not all evil should be punished in the same manner.

Some fuckers deserve to suffer a bit more than others do before they meet their end.

This sick cunt deserves to feel all the hurt he has caused others.

“Surprise me.”

Then he gets to work while I stand back and answer this morning’s emails. While I type, I watch from the corner of my eye as the man in the chair cries out in pain when Armando presses a hot silver on his naked back, leaving a round burn mark.

I breathe in the smell of burning skin and grin when the man’s begging becomes louder.

More desperate and… useless.

No one will hear him down here.

He will die alone like the unforgettable piece of shit he truly is.

The familiar rush of satisfaction spreads through me, and my lip curls in disgust when the imbecile huddles over and vomits all over Armando’s leather shoes.

“Cabrón.” Armando hisses, pressing the hot silver deeper into his skin.

“Please, stop. Have mercy, Bastian,” he whispers with a pain-filled breath, and fuck me if I don’t wish it were me inflicting pain on this sick fuck. Wishing I was the one inflicting pain on all the others who came before him. They all deserve it because they are all the same.

They cry.

They beg.

Lastly, they die.

I must admit I miss the thrill I felt when it was me on the other end, punishing them for their crimes. I miss the thrill it provided me. However, blood? Not so much.

It does not have the same appeal.

Nothing thrills me anymore.

Life has become monotonous.

I breathe out a long sigh, “Wrap it up, Armando.” Pocketing my smartphone, I look around the old, abandoned building. It used to be a factory, one of the first in the city, that distributed medical supplies and equipment to hospitals all over the country, but the owners ran it into the ground.

There is nothing left of it now.

Now, it has other purposes.

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