This chapter depicts scenes of graphic raoe and violence, read at your own risk.
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"I remember you, honey bee…" Vinny looked intently at Akari. "Do you remember me?"
Vinny's unexpected revelation completely blindsided Akari, rendering her usual manipulation tactics utterly useless. He had somehow uncovered one of her most closely guarded secrets. A deeply personal memory that she had worked tirelessly to conceal, one of the few remaining oases that allowed her to maintain a tenuous grip on her composure.
How could he possibly have known about this intimate detail from her past? Was he somehow connected to her childhood, privy to the memories of those bittersweet nights when she had sought solace in his embrace, desperate to find warmth in the numbing chill that had seeped into her very soul?
"Do you remember me?" Vinny asked softly. "Honey bee…" Vinny fervently pleaded before forcefully pushing the tray to the floor, causing everything to crack and shatter with a resounding crash that startled Akari. "please…remember me" he grabbed Akari's face between his long fingers, caressing her lips but fear flashed past Akari's eyes.
Rage consumed Vinny as he seized Akari, his fingers roughly gripping the back of her head and wrenching her face upwards. With a bruising force, he crushed his lips against hers in a violent, dominating kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as she struggled futilely.
The savage act ignited a primal fury within Vinny, a volatile explosion of carnal desire that overrode all reason and restraint. In one swift, merciless motion, he tore the clothes from Akari's trembling form, exposing her bare skin to his hungry gaze. Vinny's mouth descended upon her body, trailing savage nips and searing kisses down her quivering flesh as she lay paralyzed in terror.
When Akari attempted to pull away, Vinny's large hand snapped around her delicate neck, his fingers constricting cruelly as he forced himself upon her. Akari's eyes brimmed with tears of anguish and she made no sound save for the ragged breaths that escaped her as Vinny ruthlessly violated her, consumed by a lust that knew no bounds.
"Remember me," Vinny declared assertively, as he forcefully thrust into her constricted dryness.
Vinny's actions had been unrelenting, leaving Akari in a state of complete violation and despair. He had continued to assault her mercilessly, showing no remorse as her ability to breathe and even think became compromised. The pain was the only sensation that remained, searing through her body and psyche as Vinny callously disregarded her cries and pleas.
By the time he finished, Akari lay on the bed, feeling shame as her naked and bruised body writhed in pain. After he pulled up his pants and walked out, Akari was left alone to deal with the traumatic aftermath.
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Duri and Omani stood over the battered, bloodied man, his face a mangled mess as he sat tied to a chair, completely at their mercy. Their hands are stained red, the man's blood dripping from their fingers as sinister grins spread across their faces.
The air was thick with the scent of violence, their ragged breaths betraying the intensity of the brutality they had just unleashed. Their eyes were alight with a feral, primal rage - this was their element, the moment they had been craving.
They revealed the suffering they had inflicted, savoring the rush of power and control. This was no mere act of aggression, but a twisted, sadistic pleasure they indulged in, drinking in the man's agonized cries and pleading looks. For Duri and Omani, this was living. This was what they existed for - to dominate, to hurt, to break their victims and bask in the aftermath.
"Now, this all could disappear," Duri said, smiling with an evil eye."if you tell us what we want to hear" he glared down at the man. "Or Omani, would like to have a word" Duri looked at his partner "go easy on him". He patted their captors' back.
Omani held crab crackers in his hand, softly patting them against his palm. "I am gonna ask one question and if I don't get an answer, I take one finger" he sneered menacingly, looking at Duri "sounds fair enough" Duri nodded, reassuring him. "Where is Vinny?"
"I don't know." The man gasped for air, his vision dizzy.
"Oh, how unfortunate," Omani pouted, mocking the man.
With a swift, firm motion, the Omani man seized the other man's hand, gripping it tightly in a vice-like hold. Panic and alarm immediately flashed across the victim's face as he frantically struggled to yank his hand free, but Omani's grasp was unyielding, trapping the man's fingers securely within the steel jaws of the crab cracker device he had positioned.
Omani bore down with relentless force, the cracker's sharp teeth digging mercilessly into the tender flesh as the man's agonized screams of pure terror and pain reverberated through the cavernous, abandoned warehouse, the echoes piercing the eerie silence that had blanketed the desolate scene just moments before.
Omani's gaze stayed unwavering and steely, without any hint of sympathy or remorse, as he continued to ruthlessly grind the device down, aiming to inflict the maximum possible suffering upon his helpless victim. The warehouse walls seemed to amplify and prolong the man's anguished cries, the horrific sounds serving as a chilling testament to the sheer brutality and torment being inflicted at that moment.
Omani pulled away when his victim's limp was hanging and swollen. "Want to answer my question, or do you never want to flip someone off again?" A vile smile fell on Omani's face.
The man gasped, his head moving dizzily. "I told you before," he exhaled softly. "I don't know where the boss takes the victims" he leaned his head down. "I am just a lowly lackey," he whined in pain.
"I beg to differ," Omani leaning into the man's space. "Even a lackey knows some secrets" He raised his leg, pressing it firmly against his victim's broken finger.
The man's anguished scream pierced the air, his face contorted in utter agony. The veins in his brow stood out in stark relief, pulsing and throbbing as his eyes turned a vivid, bloodshot red. His body convulsed and shuddered as the excruciating pain overwhelmed him, until finally, he could no longer remain conscious, collapsing bonelessly to the ground in a limp heap.
Duri and Omani watched the disturbing scene unfold before them, their expressions eerily blank and devoid of any discernible emotion. They simply stood by, exhaling softly, as if the man's agonizing episode was merely a minor inconvenience.
Omani turned to look at Duri with such earnestness. "Do you think he is telling the truth?" he leaned against the table of torture tools.
Duri walked towards Omani, taking his bruised hands and rubbing his knuckles. "Maybe we should stop asking for a place and rather a person" He kissed Omani's knuckles, causing goosebumps to sprout. "We all know, every Don has a goomah" he nodded towards their victim. "Wake him up"
Omani, with a swift and decisive motion, stepped back and swept his leg in a powerful arc, unleashing a devastating roundhouse kick that struck their victim, jolting him awake from his unconscious state. The victim's body convulsed as he was roused, his eyes darting around the darkened, unfamiliar room in a confused daze, desperately trying to regain their bearings and comprehend where he found himself.
"Welcome back," Duri smiled at him with sinister eyes. "Now, tell me about your Don"
Their victim had ragged breaths, looking between the two men. "I told you, I know nothing" he whizzed.
"Not even the people he keeps company with," Omani coaxed the man, but he shook his head.
Omani lifted his hand with the crab cracker. "Wait, okay. Ivy," he struggled, his voice breathless.
"Who?" Duri looked down at the man.
"She is his Goomah. If he had any secrets, she would know," he said through his ragged breathing. "She works at Eve's garden," he exhaled, leaning against the chair.
"Thank you" Duri bowed a bit. "See what happens when you cooperate," he turned to leave.
The sound of the gunshot echoed through the still air. Omani lowered his gun, a dull eerie expression on his face. As the smoke cleared, the victim lay motionless, a gaping wound now visible in his face where the bullet had struck with devastating force.