This chapter contains scenes of violence coarse language and graphic details, readers discretion is advised.
Osvaldo's POV:
Watching as Long Jie's sweat tickled down his horrid face, quiet whimpers slipping out his throat every now and then. I sat right opposite him, document proving of his deciet and theft to us in hand.
A week ago, we noticed that funds for our contracted construction project have being withdrawn which is given but the amount going out doesn't pal with the materials bought.
Embezzlement is one thing that just can't overlook, it's sick and I won't let such take place in our conglomerate.
Not moving an inch, I sat and watched as my twin brother, whom I knew was as insanely angry as I was, filled with dangerous intents, burning within us, we've acknowledged it.
We accepted it long ago.
He placed a piler coated with blood on the only colour in this room, a bright white table with red stains; blood. Walking away from the Chinese man whimpering like some injured dog in our Mansion Basement. Pathetic.
Signalling to our men by the door, they immediately rushed into action, manhandling the already tortured man into a chair.
Osward found himself a chair, placing it next to mine, sitting in the same position, a fucking copycat, I bemused to myself. Turning my attention back to Long, he had his fingernails pulled out by Oswald in both hands, multiple cuts all over his body, none in vital spots though, we wouldn't want him dead so quick.
He had lost an eye though, his right eye, that was done by me. He dared to look at our sister with those ugly eyes of his, he should be grateful he only had one eye pierced, it took everything within me not to stab both
"Pl... Please...let...let...me go" his ever annoying voice echoed in this cold basement, I had patiently waited for him to get his words out and what I heard was just pure bullshit
Let him go? This bastard still doesn't get it , does he? This would be his last day on earth, rather his last night.
Not like he would know anyway, he has been held up in here for about a week, we were kind enough to give him water every two days, aren't we generous?
I heard a chuckle, Oswald is pissed, he is extremely pissed, he might be the less addictive, obessesive, possession and rigid one but he sure is as rigid as I could be. This is our life long work results and he wants to eat it to it's ruins?
I still can't understand what the fuck he was thinking.
Let. You. Go?" each word restrained, erupting from the very depth of his throat, his voice monotone, I understand how he feels because I sure as hell feel the same way. He has been holding back,we hav being holding back for the past seven days
We have to clear up our tracks, don't we?
"Who put you to it?" I inquired, my voice low as my eyes follow his every movement, watching for a slip off.
Long is capable to an extent but not enough to withdraw slush funds from the conglomerate. He must have had help.
"...."
My question was responded with a screeching silence, I winced in irritation, we've prolonged his life for a too long now.
Tired of hearing his ugly whimpers, I proceeded to the stained table, my shoes heel clicking on the cemented floor with each step a direct contrast to the eer silence that has reigned, picking up a Pistol, our men seem to understand my thoughts.
Again manhandling Long, tieing him down to a cross, arms wide spread, legs crossed tied against the pole.
All our life we've always had this side to us, this ugly side that instigates fear in everyone, we've learnt to also fear ourselves, fear the things we've done, fear the things we're doing and fear the things we're going to do and only then can we accept ourselves, progressing forward.
Not going to lie and say we're saints, we're anything but that. But scumbags like these can't be left roaming the earth, it's nothing but a waste of space and resources.
Have we killed on impluse?
Yes, Yes we have, not proud of it but we were simply high and blinded by rage, nothing about us is rational.
A lot of "us and we" I've used because when I speak, I speak for both I and my brother, nothing new.
This, he said for this.
Long seem to have accepted his fate, boring, I want him to scream, beg and cry for death. I need him to.
Aiming the pistol in my left hand to his head, I saw a smile of relief on his face
Think again you ugly fuck
I shot his left shoulder, gaining a horrific scream off his lips, Ahhh that's it, something about my prey's screams of pain seem to feed me, feed my evil ego, it's satisfying.
Satisfying but not enough, I need more, we crave for more. I repeated this inhuman act two more times, a bullet to his right knee which unfortunate for him was exposed to my sight and a bullet flew by his head, bruising his right ear.
That earned me the winning scream of the night, it terrified him, this fatty was afraid of death after all.
I wanted to keep taunting him but what's supposed to be a glare was shot at me by my very own brother
Fine, fine fine fine I'd stop
Pointing the Gun at his head to bed things quickly, Fear, I could feel free oozing out of him, if he feared us this much then why would he go this length just to steal from us.
Aiming at his head, my index finger gently caressed the trigger and just as I was about to pull it, Long broke.
"PLEASE!!! WAIT!" His voice loud and fear gripped, raising a brow at him for the hold up
"It wa- wasn't me, I- I needed the money for my daughter's medical fee, she's suffering from cancer, he came to me and I had no choice to compile" his eye darting between I and Osvald.
This lying fuck, not outing him for his obviously lie, I continued to question him.
"Who is it?" I asked
"I... I... I'll answer your question after you promise to let me go" he managed to stutter out with shaking hands.
This is stupidly amusing, I did not hesitating in promising him to let him go.
"it's Director Song Hun"
"Board Director Song Hun?" Osvald asked in confirmation
"Yes, yes" he affirmed repeatedly nodding his head
" I had no idea gambling debts could suddenly sharpshift into a cancer's patient medical fee, Mr Long" I said, a wide smile plastered on my lips, I watched him visibly pale knowing his lie had been caught on.
Leaving him to settle in with this realisation, his body shaking in terror.
"Untie him" I said looking at my men, they immediately spawn into action, confusion evident on their faces.
Turning to Osvald, he knew what I wanted and immediately came after me, we left the basement side by side with our men dragging a injured Long behind us.
Once outside the make shift underground basement behind our Mansion, we watched as Long was dragged out like a sack of potatoes, and thrown at our feets.
"Run"
His face twisted with different emotions, shock, confusion, disbelief, later settling in with relief.
Getting up on his feet, he managed to get about 50meters away from us, before Rois and Silver made themselves known.
Within seconds, our beautiful one hundred and fifty pounds Kangals were right behind him.
Noticing their presence, his steps quickened but nowhere near enough to get away from them, in seconds, Silver's canines were inpailed in his right shoulder and he let out a scream that could wake the dead, not giving him a break Rois joined in, he treated himself with Long's left leg, tugging at it over and over again, we could hear them crushing his bones.
Seeing that Long has been irresponsive for a while, we turned back to leave, heading towards the mansion.
Heavy breathing and steps following right behind us, letting out growls so as to be acknowledged, giving in to them, we stopped and immediately two fur balls didn't hesitate to jump on us, lettin them force us to the ground and licking our faces and rubbing blood all over our being.
Rois with Osvald and Silver with me, gently pushing them off us and caressing their soft coat now dabbed in blood, their faces smiling, tongues out.
"They seem satisfied" Osvald pointed out, his right hand itching Rois ears, a smile spread on his lips.
"They are, but we need to go, you might like being all bloody and nasty but I don't" I said getting up on my feet.
"Shut it" he chuckled, also getting up and we headed to the mansion, with Rois and Silver right behind us, ready at our will.