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Greg’s POV
“PLEASE let me out!!!”, she screamed from the boot.
Her stubbornness and naivety, made me miss the engagement party.
She is so gonna remain in there for all I please.
…Moments Later…
Gianna’s POV
“Greg don’t tie me up please”, I cried as I watched Greg brought out a box pulling out a lengthy rope out of it.
His eyes were all red, so red and bloodshot.
“Strip!”, he commanded with a hardened tone that scared the hell outta me.
“I’m sorry please pardon me!,” I begged for the hundredth time.
“My body still hurts from the squeeze in the car boot, now I’m gonna be tied to a chair all night long, again”, I cried.
“Oh really? You should have thought of the repercussions before taking some nasty hasty decision”, he uttered.
“I won’t dare rebel against you again, I won’t”, I cried but he was emotionless.
Greg’s POV
I walked up to Gianna using my dagger to strip off her clothes, her eyes widened in shock and horror.
In a twinkle of an eye, she was left in her lace undies and brassiere.
“We are stuck together forever. Don’t ever think of leaving me, don’t ever. If I don’t get married to you, then you will become my favorite pet.
“You are mine and mine alone and no one else, but I have to punish you for going against me”, I blurted.
I tied her hands together with the rope, walked to the freezer bringing out a bowl containing a good amount of cold icy water.
I emptied all of it on her.
She quivered, trembled and shuddered at once.
“Have compassion, you are killing me”, she cried hiccupping like an infant.
I took the rope and tied her hands together before tying her round the chair.
Then I brought out the two headed whip and proceed to whip her.
“I’m sorry Greg. I won’t disobey anymore”, she kept on pleading.
Greg’s POV
SINCE my dusk was ruined by Gina, I decided to visit my warehouse and torture house to see if I will be able to vent my anger by shedding blood.
I inhaled as I got out of the car standing in front of my torture room situated at the outskirts of the city.
My men all bowed the moment I entered.
Just at that time, Lionel was whipping and hitting a heavily chained guy mercilessly.
“That is enough Lionel”, I said and put a hand on his shoulder as I glared at the man now bathed in his own blood.
I scrouched down to his level, he was coughing out blood.
“Who sent you?”, I roughly pulled his hair to lift his face.
“I… I will never tell you”, he said and made a hissing sound due to pain.
I smirked, ohh really?
“Very well then… Lionel?”, I called and paused for a moment as I signaled to be handed a knife.
It was given to me and then I got up, and walked up to his behind.
“So you won’t tell me? Hmmm?”, I barked the question.
“Never Gregory I w…”.
He couldn’t complete his sentence as I suddenly pierced my knife into his bare back.
“Aaahhhhh!”, he screamed horribly making the walls echoed.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
“DON’T – YOU – EVER – DARE – TO – CALL – ME – BY – NAME”, I uttered, picking my wordings one after the other, and then digging the knife deep into his back carving a J sign while his blood was oozing out.
“… your soul won’t even forget this”, I finished and with that, I pulled out the knife as he screamed dreadfully again.
“You… you are a devil”, he screamed in pain.
I got up and advanced forward as I smirked.
“I am… and it seems like you are of no use to me now”, with that I stabbed him multiple times until I was sure he was no longer breathing.
Yes, I killed him.
“How many times do I have to tell you to use gun? Idiot! Gun”, Lionel said, visibly annoyed.
“I don’t care Lionel. Take a picture of him especially his disfigured back and burn the body to ashes”, I said and wiped my hand with a white handkerchief.
“By the way you already have the information right?”, I turned to ask.
“Yes, I know how impulsive you are so I already dug out everything”, Manuel said unchaining him.
“That is why you are an Ace”, I laughed walking outside.
“Sounded more like an Ass”, Lionel mumbled.
“How is she?”, Lionel questioned and my facial expression hardened.
“Can we go have some drinks please?”, I gibbered, avoiding his undiluted question.
“Sure!”, he answered as we made our way to the the bar section, within my warehouse.