The Thorne
Have you ever wondered what life would be like if only one thing had changed? Maybe a choice, a lie, or even a truth.
"AHHHHHHHHHH.." The scream rings through the soulless empty walla of the warehouse, deafening out the sound of the annoying water leak..if only it could also get rid of the smell that comes with caked-up blood on the walls. But, fate is never fully granted.
I sigh and kick the man in his bloody face.. literally bloody, with two black eyes, and a broken jaw. " hmmm." ...broken nose and a disgustingly uneven, shaved head.
"I need to learn to shave heads don't I mouse?". I chuckle swinging an arm around his disgusting neck as I crouch next to him. his mouth Is hanging open, eyes wild both in fear and a sense of fatality...then he exhales and I scrunch my nose to avoid the fifth. " ew...do you ever brush?" I laugh pinching his cheeks, not caring to be gentle. I mean at this point I would rather not be a hypocrite.
" right back to business" I sigh and stand up again. Rolling up my sleeves I pick out one of the tools splayed out for me....for making me do her dirty work, Layla sure is efficient, I think and snicker. Picking up a pair of small scissors I turned toward the still-wailing and begging mouse.
" wow! you are pathetic" I twirl the tool in my fingers. My eyes gleamed with a sort of cynical amusement that comes with torture. The mouse begins struggling in his bonds and I laugh ..." aren't you tired of that yet?" the man is shaking, close to pissing his pants if he hadn't already done that twice ..but I don't judge ..after all, I'm the one bringing out such reactions.
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I crouch down putting the scissors in front of his now dirty and bloody nails....disgusting hands. I scoff even if I am wearing gloves.
it's just filthy...then again all of this is filthy.
The man cries out when I cut the nail straight through the middle. "shhhh!.... Mousie don't blame me..blame her and him... I'm only here because of the sweet, delicious reward I was offered" I console the man. Which doesn't work...well how can it I'm practically laughing while his life flashes before his eyes.
Another nail out. And a new scream follows. followed by a falling head. " what the? fainting already? it's only been two hours" I groan annoyed and kick him in the ribs same spot I had once hit with a hammer before... "AAHHHHHHH " another gut-wrenching scream follows and I stand satisfied, with a smirk on my face. " that's more like it mousie" I grab his few hairs and yank his face up staring right into the grey maybe black eyes with a promise of ..pain..not death pain...he sobs and cries and I throw the pathetic face back again...
I just have to keep it alive....how alive is her fault for not instructing? I smirked and began again, but this man was useless. He just fainted again after a few broken ribs, two cut fingers and well only five cut nails.... "c'mon is this it?" I groan annoyed...sigh..
no use doing this again.
I lean against the rustic wall half a glance at the mouse and half at the slow dripping water, taking a cigarette, one of those cheap ones...not worthy of me yes but these are the only things that get me going..when I'm covered in blood. the white of my dress shirt was now crimson..and the smell was just disgusting....why did I even agre- I stop my thought....why the fuck did I just think that when my reward is quite literal Why - I take a large calming puff and exhaling slowly a black puff mingling with the mouldy air of this heel house. these damned cigarettes haven't killed me.....yet.
I shouldn't even be here. hell, I don't even need to be here. I'm a fucking billionaire the heir to the Thorne business empire. Aiden thorne. I do not need this ...and the only reason I'm doing this is that Layal made a deal with me....one because Josh refused to smell more blood and two because I'm damn good at it....but what I want from this is what I need, what I crave is something completely different something much more precious and devastating.
