Alex's POV:
"B-boss...He's d-dead". He stuttered.
My eyes widen. "Whose he?" I asked almost whispering. " Choi Min Gyu. I checked him every 20 minutes just like you ordered. The last time I checked, he's not breathing." Nick said. How is that even possible? He's only been there for 20 mins. "Check him again! I'm going down right now." I got up from the bed and told y/n to go to sleep. I rushed down. Of course I want him dead but not so soon. I haven't tortured him enough.
I walk into the torture room, making my way to the cold chamber. Nick was holding the opened door of the cold chamber. I gave a closer look only to see the old man's head tilting to the side looking very much...Dead. I need to confirm though.
I instructed Nick to bring him out so that I could give the swine a closer check. I brought my palm on top of his nose and mouth just to check if there's any air that he inhales and exhales. Barely any. I placed my index and middle finger on his wrist to check his pulse. It's weak.
"He's not dead. But he's going to. I know just the thing that will jolt him back to life. Nick... carry him to the Tucker Telephone." He obeyed and carried the man to my next torture.
"You know what to do" I said to Nick and he nodded. I took my seat and planning to watch the entire show without dirtying my hand. Nick fastened a ground wire on his big toe and fastened another wire to his manhood. Nick afterward got the machine to work and sooner or later the soon-to-be-dead-corpse is going to get electric shocks.
5...4...3...2...1...TZZZZZZZZZZ.TZZZZZ.TZZZZZZZZZ. I see his body shaking uncontrollably. I see him shivering in pain as his manhood suffers a bad burn. The pain might be too excruciating for him to be letting out any sound because he was silent all the while but his eyes widens as though his eyeballs were about to pop out of its sockets. Nick electrocuted him a couple more times until he looked too weak.
"I would do the honor for the next one... You may rest Nick" Nick bowed and then step aside for me to begin the fiesta.
I brought with me a cleaver. I took dramatically slow steps towards him as he could only eye me without being able to protest. Then I took out the cleaver and positioned it directly under the light to make it shine. I want to give him a preview of what's to come. Oh boy am I eager to make him suffer, afterwards wither and die.
His pants and undergarment was totally off. His lower abdomen was totally exposed.
My fingers traced the sharp blade of the cleaver as I began to speak "This'll teach you not to degrade woman. It'll teach you not to mess with MY woman... You will open your eyes and witness every single thing I'll do to you." I said having Y/n in mind.
I took out of my pocket, a type of drug that paralyzes but doesn't touch the nerves of human that enables them to feel pain. I showed him the injection containing the drugs. Afterwards, I rolled up his sleeve to expose his bare arm and I then injected him with the drug. I could hear him wince in pain as I do that. "This drug over here will paralyze you. You won't be able to move old man. But do you want to know what's the best part?" I shortened the distance between me and him, and I moved my face as close to him as possible. "You'll be paralyzed but the drugs won't fucking do anything to numb the pain. In others words, you'll experience the most excruciating pain of your life and there's no fucking thing you can do about it." My eyes stared into his as I shared what will happen to him. He whimpered and I could see him struggling although he's incapable of moving.
"Oh...looks like the drugs are working. Do you want to know what I call it? The Angel of Death. Pretty dope isn't it?" I chuckled looking at his paled face.
I took the blade and have it positioned right above his manhood. I then raised my hand and chopped it down. "Mfhshffvhs!" he muffled loudly. Blood splattered everywhere. I could see tears rolling down his eyes. I continued chopping it, releasing my anger on his poor manhood. He could only muffle helplessly. I'm curious. As I conduct the gruesome act, I had dad in mind. That evil man.
That evil man paid this swine. And because of that, it ruined my life. Not only mine, but hers as well. He ruined everything. My happiness. My Childhood. Also the life of the person I truly care for. Why the hell is he my dad?
He's a monster.
Does that make me one to? A beast...That only ruins and never mends.
(Switched Y/n to you)
I don't want to be like him. Deep down, I've always yearned to be the perfect man for you. The kind, sweet and affectionate man that all women yearns for. The one who would be by your side to tell you that everything's alright. To tell you how grateful I am to have you by my side. To tell you you're beautiful every single day without fail. To start a family with you and have a dozen of kids together.
That man. That's the man I want to be. For you. I could never express what I truly feel about you because his persona sinks into mine. I became an uncanny image of him unwillingly. I could never really reach out except for that one time when I was in the closet with you.
I told you what happened to me. My personal story about my childhood. That personally shocks the living daylight out of me. Never knew after all this years that I would get so personal and soft with anyone.
Maybe because you used to be my hope and source of strength. Because of that... I suddenly have the courage to open up. Maybe. Just maybe.
I threw the cleaver on the floor. "Throw him somewhere abandoned and just leave him to die" I instructed Nick while panting heavily.
I gotta bathe...I'm covered with filthy blood. His blood.
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Choi Y/n POV:
Mr Stephen told me to sleep...But I can't. I'm overwhelmed with emotions. I'm sad, angry, frustrated and confused.
I remembered when mom was still alive. She told me that writing down my feelings can ease the burden. I used to write poems and journal entries on an old notebook my mom gave me. I wrote down all my joys and sorrows. My anger and delight. Everything.
I need a notebook. Maybe I should ask Mr Stephen for them. He's rich. He might have a shelf of pure gold plated notebooks or maybe leather covered notebooks. Wouldn't turn him pauper if I asked for one right?
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Alex's POV:
I let the lukewarm tap water from the shower run down my bare body. The warm water dripping down is as though taking parts of my burden and fatigue with it as it parts with my body.
I'm exhausted.
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I went out of the shower still naked. I suddenly heard knockings from outside.
"Uhm boss?" *Continues to knock
I immediately grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist as I made my way to open the door.
I opened the door to see you about to say something but stop with a gasp and you immediately closed your eyes.