Blood was coming from the huge open cut over his right brow down to his right eyelid.
Blood, there’s always been blood involved.
“Spare me. P-Please.” He begs while his hands are tied with the movable chain wrapped around his wrists above his head.
“Give me a reason why I should spare a man like you.” I say as I sit on my throne in the dungeon as he kneels in front of me. My right hand playing with the gun while my eyes were staring at this despicable man who wishes for me to spare his life.
“I-I-I promise to never run away.” I love when their voices are trembling in fear and how they see me as a powerful and heartless man who is ready to murder anyone. “Please, I just need more time to talk to Marcus and--”
I pulled the trigger and shot his left thigh without hesitation. He screams in pain and I love it. He screams louder and cries too while his eyes were staring at me in rage and fear. A lot of his dark red blood was coming out from the bullet hole on his leg as grunts in pain.
“You and your fucking boss owes me money. A lot of money from the cocaine container I sent you last week.” I answered as he was still crying in pain. “You think you can hide from me?”
“I will tell Marcus! I promise! I promise!!” He begs even louder as he groans. “Please don’t kill me! Please!!”
Fear, that’s it.
Feel crazy shit scared because you are completely immobile and dying in front of me.
“You think I won’t be able to find you?” I pulled the trigger again and shot his other thigh. He screams for pain again as I continued to say, “I am Don Valentine and I think you forgot to not play with me.”
He cries in pain, “It was Marcus’ fault! He… He told me… Fuck!!” He groans while clenching his fist which are also bleeding from cutting off eight of his fingers from earlier. “I am not part of this man!! I didn’t know Marcus would bail you out!! I had no fucking idea!!”
“Maybe your head would be a great gift for Marcus.” I answered.
“No!! God, no please!!!”
“I’m not a God. I wish I was but I’m not. I don’t do mercy.” I answered him.
The guy’s face was filled with badly beaten bruises and blood covered from his forehead down to his chin as it drips down his neck. He was kneeling down in front of me while he cries the words “Have mercy on me” repetitively which was getting a little more annoying to hear.
I stand on my feet and walked towards him as he begins to panic and go in hysteria the more I get closer to him. I take a whole tight on my gun as I squat down in front of him. “Please don’t kill me. Please Don Valentine. Please.” He begs again but I can’t hear it. His hands and legs are shaking and there were pools of blood around him as it stained the soles of my leather shoes.
“Send Satan my regards when you go to hell.” I say before I placed the gun’s nuzzle against the middle of his forehead.
I cut him off as I pulled the trigger and shot him on his forehead. I stare at his lifeless eyes looking back at me with his mouth wide open. I stand back on my feet and began to walk away from his corpse as I ordered, “Cut his head off and send it to fucking Marcus.”
All my life, I felt like I have been living only to repay for all of my father's sins.
Not that I haven’t done any sins but I did quite a few too which I repent to some but not all.
It felt like I was only born to suffer for every mistake and crime that he had committed when he was still alive. It felt like I needed to pay for whatever he left on this earth and that it seemed as if it was all my fault. Growing up, I was always blaming myself why things happened to my family and in my life. Growing up, I felt that I was only brought to this world to take over whatever my father left behind and receive all types of never-ending excruciating misery.
Like purgatory, my life is a place for never-ending suffering, pain and punishment.
Despite my evil wealth, power to control, and position as a wickedly rich Mafia Crime boss, I still feel like my life isn’t something worth living for. I have everything but I feel nothing too. Waking up being offered with everything in front of me, every single person doing every command as if I was a King and every women throwing themselves at me offering me sex. It’s utterly sickening and boring being offered the same thing again and again.
Women are purgatory for a man’s soul and a man’s bank account so I don’t invest my time. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex. Who doesn’t? Anyone who says they don’t love sex are hypocrites. For me, sex has gotten quite boring and it felt like I was only doing it to fulfill my sexual needs whenever I feel the urge to do it.
To be honest, sex was the only thing I could offer too because I didn’t really like the thought of attachment and being committed to one woman. Being with a woman seriously would only mean that I could put her life in grave danger because I am a mafia boss who runs a crime family. Anyone close to me would only mean that their lives will be involved in this dark world of murder. So I chose to be alone because it is better that way.
I am a man with many sins and crimes. I am a man who is constantly chased by other people who wants me dead.
A man like me could never be with anyone not because I wouldn’t be faithful but because I have experience a great loss in my life and I wouldn’t want that kind of pain again.
In my life, seemed like nothing and no one could satisfy this deep hunger of satisfaction in me.
The unknown satisfaction that I cannot seem to fulfill.
Just like right now, I am sitting on this couch with a drink in my hand, my arms are spread out over the backrest as I stare at the two naked brunettes sharing a piece of my hard erection into their mouths simultaneously.
Sex became my hobby. It became my favorite past-time aside from killing people who owes me.
Sex became something that I can get in a snap of a finger whenever and wherever I am. Sex allowed me to feel less alone for a while until it finishes. Sex is something that could divert my attention from every single demon that I have been trying to shut down.
Their screams are louder than loud and I hate how they take over sometimes.
I like power. I like seeing women choking and gagging on my dick as they give me head as if their life depended on satisfying me. I like seeing them struggling my glorious nine-inched thick Italian dick and how brave and excited they become to taste it. I like seeing myself dominating and how vulnerable women becomes when I am in the bedroom. I like seeing them in pain and pleasure. I like being in control in all sorts of things probably because I have always been in control since I lost my father.
Meaningless sex and crazy shitload of drugs had been the best distractions for me growing up. I have been through a lot in my life that I don’t want to disclose and I have been struggling entirely on my own.
Struggling with my own nightmares that I keep having almost every night. Struggling from everything that happened in my past and my family. Struggling from actually accepting who I am and forgiving myself for who I am and what I have become. Struggling from this world that I am in when I didn’t even want to be a part of it in the first place.
My life is a constant purgatory.
My life revolves around killing in order for me to stay alive.