Elysium Manor ~ basement,
Dim lights flickered downright of the hollow man-made cave. It was nothing more than a picturesque straight out of a criminal-horror movie.
Paddles of blood, antagonizing screams, various platters of exquisite torture weapons pooled on the tables as I skim through to make this bastard to suffer more, and I would do anything, in the disposal of my arsenal to make him question of his living.
"Señora, no soy más que un insecto en la sociedad de los duques." I hummed as I say,
"So you are advocating me not to waste my time on un insecto?" He bobbed his bald head in agreement, making me chuckle maliciously.
I circled around him as he was strapped on the chair for torture that he had been enduring more than a couple of minutes, I presume.
Sweat dripped down due to the shackled heat of the room. Not for me but him because I was a more cold-blooded reptile than a real human. And I act like one too. Waiting for the prey, let it lose its guard, and then viciously devoured without giving room for other thoughts except accepting its fate.
He was my prey today... he looks like my own beautiful artistic work of the deep and wide crimson red strokes on his pale body. Stunning.
Missing fingers or to point out I clipped off his fingers, knocked it down one by one leaving only three to four in total. His sharp pants of his life draining out slowly was salivating my inner demon to give him more of what he got already.
I wanted to rip his shirt off and whip him until he bleeds to death, sharp, and callous death I can ever give to mankind.
Yet patience, that was my mantra to pry the information out from him. He was nothing sort of a bug but more than an inside lead to the society of unknown origin.
"I'll give you two options..." I saw his eyes lighting up with hope which made me smirked at his stupidity.
Rule one : never believe what the predator says because it is only going to benefit us and we remain selfish.
"First option: Either u say everything you know in the society that you claimed yourself was a bug and I let you go..." I saw him how he attentively observed my words I say and continued,
"Second option: " I paused a bit, creating a tension to rise from the shackled room. I pressed the button as the screen fired up showcasing his fellow associates, family members, and everyone he considered close, displayed on my monitor. I bend lightly just near to his ears and whispered sinisterly
"They'll never live to see the next daylight."
He screamed, squirmed, and shook his futile body in releasing himself to launch at me. A copious amount of emotions stirred in his face- anger, pain, resentment, and many others I am not familiar with.
"No!! Please, no!" Pathetic as I saw him sweeping like a child. A true man never cries like a pussy but faces fate with a strong-headed person but the wanker in front of me was just a pussy covered in men's clothes.
"You know what's to be done, Gabrielle..."
"I will say... I will say everything" He is trying to be a good boy now. "I don't know the secrete-" I cut him off because I expected it a miles away,
"My little Gabrielle..."I chuckled darkly at him as I pulled a pocket knife out and lazily traced on his covered cock." I know how many women you have annihilated their lives regardless of their age. I am not the woman who buys your imbecile ways." I plastered the hanging duct tape back to his mouth and plunged the knife into his dick. I removed my hand from the knife as it was still intact with his cock.
I pulled out my phone and called my assassinator to kill all the male members of the family except for the kids, and sent it over the doorstep of the club where Gabrielle worked. I heard his screams through the tap.
"Last chance my little Gabrielle..." I removed the tap violently out of his mouth. "Speak and if you dare to lie. You know the consequence." I imposed those words because once I do it no one can derail me.
"Please... do-don't...kill... my...family..."
"Speak" I say
"Sceptre... is the name.. of the society, hi-higher order, the... one... who rules. Duke are... the smaller... fractions under... him... and her." I haven't had much time as his life was draining and I gritted my teeth.
"Who is he and her?" I growled at him. He shakes his head as he closes his eyes. I poured a bucket of cold water on him, he shrieks. "I need the goddamn answer"
"Nothing... except... there is... a rumour... a saying goes by... 'sh-she is the start... and she's the end'... her name had power... Tan-" I snarled. The bullet between his eyebrows made me bite my inner cheeks in anger. I glared at the person who caused it-
Ares Alexander King, Don of the American mafia is 6 '3 in height, ocean blue eyes, dark brown hair with highlights of light dirty blonde shades, in his mid thirties, with a well built body wrapped up with a beige three piece suit, who gives off 'daddy material' vibes.
"Are you trying to go against the Queen's rule?" This bored expression and leisure standstill, I wanted to assume so but, he was one of the men I believe that he had my back.
"You know me, princess." Those lucid words made me boil in anger.
"He had the vital information arsehole!" I barked at him "And how fucking dare you kill my prey"
"I know, princess, I know. He's hyping you with a distraction from the real holder of the Sceptre. I found out a few inside leads... there was only him. I found out something more interesting, he has a kid and is grooming him to take the Prime of Sceptre."
His American accent was blunt stating the facts but a part of me felt I was on the verge of knowing something unknown, and the familiarity of sorts loomed which was taken away from me. I narrowed my eyes at him scrutinizing,
"Is that the truth?" He went down on his knees and bowed to me.
"I say the truth, my Queen" I sighed
"Rise, Ares Alexander King. You are a brother to me, just don't kneel next time." I say devoid of any emotions, level-headed.
"Yet you questioned my loyalty, my Queen." The strain in his words made me close my eyes. I pinched my nose bridge.
"Sorry Ares..." Apologies were never easy for my nature. I don't do these common speculation of guilt or remorse once I start, but this situation made me go against myself.
Rule 2 : Don't expect us to be sorry for what we do, because the entity we live in is dark, how much you ever light it, at one point it becomes dark.
"Forget about it princess. How's your health? You have been in coma for almost 4 years and half year in paralysis-"
"Nothing could have stopped me Ares, I had to stem these weeds of this secret society out of my garden. They started to become a nuisance in my path to succession."
"Still your health is important to the clan, princess. Are you taking the meds on time right?" I didn't miss off the stress on his words,
"Maybe, maybe not" I answered him nonchalantly.
"That's not helping, princess" He growled. I gave him a simple eye roll and strided out of the basement to my mansion.
History upon history were adorned at these walls of this mansion. Thus the name itself coins its legacy. Elysium of the hell.
Only the heir to the throne of the mafia clan has access to this property. Well, that's one other than me.
Wallflowers, pussys or arrogant bastards of the generation league created by my adopted mother Victoria have been ruled out by me. I am not the one to be messed with, bitches and bastards which might technically turn you out to be my prey.
I love my preys… I toy, play, and take my time to devour my food in the manner of artistic endeavours. That brings out the real kick of satisfaction. Bon appetite.
Talking about my family- not family but looks like one either way, the original child of the linkage of the Romanio family belongs to Lilith Valeska Romanio. She was the real daughter of Lilith Victoria Romanio a.k.a my adopted mother.
Lilith - it is sort of a family crust named in front when the heir- the selected heir to receive the throne.
As for Romanio it comes out of our father's side speaking the heritage.
No gender basis when the actual competition for the throne happens. It can be either one's own blood or anyone who ultimately wins at the initiation.
Rule 3: Everything is fair in love and war or vice versa.
I eliminated them before the initiation even started. Except for Valeska she went MIA. Some say she died but I know that isn't the case. She's fucking clever.
Anyone in my place would have pointed their fingers of my coma and paralysis towards her but I would rather not because she's not one to play hide-and-seek. Maybe, it could be a misjudgement on my part?
I nestled in my room shutting from the screams or to say the angry growls of Ares towards Stella for not maintaining my medical pills. It would be amusing to watch their bicker but I opted it out, those pills they wanted to force it down my throat didn't sit well with me. Neither I wanted to test out in the laboratories to see what they contain because nothing can be true when the connection of this clan is enormous.
Everything is a moral lie displayed in front of us. Nothing is an exact truth or lie until you, yourself commit to find it. As for me- even the walls are my spies.
At least my shadows are loyal to me...
That's what she thinks... A part of my non-neurotypical brain mocks me.