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Chapter 10 - Will Take More Than I Will Give!

Warning: This chapter contains violence and sensitive readers are warned!

Lucifer's POV:

It was almost evening. I was supposed to go to one of my Night clubs to attend a meeting with a local gang leader. But I changed my mind and canceled the meeting tonight.

I got a call from Melissa a while ago that the results of the blood tests already came out. She gave me a call as soon as she got them. She found traces of Morphine in her blood. My

blood was boiling.

Camelia's CT scan, MRI and X-ray reports weren't ready yet. Camelia opened up about something; she told Melissa that sometimes when she cried or screamed much from the pain after extreme torture, they gave her an injection so that she would stop.

That was indeed morphine. Derek, fucking bastard! How dared he?

Fortunately, she still didn't grow any dependency on morphine. Or else it would be another disaster. But what confused me was, Camelia told her about 'them'? Did it mean not only Derek but there was someone else too?

I wouldn't spare any of them. I would cut them into pieces and throw them into the sea to feed by piranha. I would give them the worst type of pain, slow and agonizing.

Getting out of my car, Irushed inside my warehouse. Ryder was on guard of this place recently. Watching me entering, he came to me.

"Boss, is everything alright? You said that you would come at night-" He couldn't finish, I cut him off.

"Come to the cell with all torturing devices where Derek is kept now," I ordered him heading to the torture cell.

"Okay, boss."

"And also a good quality video camera," I added.

"Video camera, boss?" Ryder asked, feeling puzzled.

"Yes. I want to keep the record. It would be one of the most satisfying tasks in my entire life." I stated.

I entered inside the metal torture cell. The mere look of the torture cell sent a rush of adrenaline in my blood. This was where I felt at home, slicing bodies of the filthy human scums, hearing ear-piercing screams of their excruciating pain. The sight of the blood told me to go on and on, spill more and more.

This was the life I embraced, happily. And this is why I was named Lucifer. My name suited me the best.

Derek was tied to a metal chair, with his head hung low. Did I tell that it could be electrified? His image reminded me of how he tortured Camelia, ruined her life and might let others torture her. The surging anger exploded.

I went to him and landed a huge blow on his face. He couldn't time to compose himself.

I continued one after another.

Punch!

Punch!

Punch!

Punch!

Punch!

I stopped for a moment. Knuckle of my right hand was stinging.

"Boss, if you kill him this quickly then where's the fun?" Ryder let out a yawn. I laughed hearing him. Derek was now trying to get his breathing together, panting hard. I busted his lip; blood was running from his nose.

"M-Martinez, y-you will regret doing this to me. My son won't spare you." He gritted. Without wasting a second, I landed another blow on his face and kicked on his chest. Force of this kick had the chair fell on the floor.

Derek cried out, coughing hard.

"Ryder, get this shit up and leave. Before you leave, turn on the video camera."

Dragging a chair, I sat before Derek.

After he left, I started my task. I was going to enjoy torturing him so much. He hurt my Camelia so badly, the fucking innocent girl who couldn't even complete her High school. I wanted to skin him alive and hang him.

"Derek, you know what is this? Its name is Butter and it's my favorite." I said, taking the knife from the torture devices. Derek frowned in annoyance; I was telling him the tale of this knife.

Tracing my finger over the butt of the knife, I spoke, "Do you have any idea why it's my favorite and why its name is butter?"

"It's one of the sharpest knives all over the world, as thin as paper. When you stab someone with this and drag the knife along the flesh, it effortlessly cuts the flesh, within a second, like cutting butter. This is why its name is butter. But I like most to peel the skin, it separates the skin from the flesh without making a mess." I stated.

"Don't you believe me? Okay, I will demonstrate. I am going to use 'butter' to peel your skin." I let out a sadistic smirk, feeling the surge of adrenaline.

Derek's face paled, he swallowed hard. But quickly hardened his face, making an arrogant look.

"D-don't you dare. I will kill you." He stammered.

"Oldie, you have got balls. Let's see how much time you can hold the same temper. And you would be happy to know that the financers you tried to get together, half of them betrayed you when they sold information to me. And the scattered Italian gangs, that are suppressed by the Italian mafia itself. Italian mafia is in my pocket."

His arrogant expression faded as his eyes widened at the revelation.

I took the gag ball, shoved it inside his mouth forcefully and buckled the belt extra tightly. Let that bastard suffocate for a while. What he did to that innocent girl was nothing compared to it.

Inhaling, I started with my artwork wearing my latex gloves. I didn't want any blood of this filthy pig on my skin.

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Derek's body was shaking vigorously, even though he was tightly bound to the chair. Tears ran down his cheeks, water from his nose. Saliva was gliding from the corner of his lips.

I cut his pants on half and peeled his skin from knees to ankles. As I mentioned, the knife was

superb, it peeled his skin but didn't spill much blood.

Now I should remove the gag ball from his mouth, what was the use of taking so much trouble if I couldn't hear his screams?

I removed the gag ball from his mouth. Instantly he didn't scream but let out a satisfying loud throaty groan.

"Ahhhhhh." He grunted.

"Derek, I knew that you are stupid, a thick head but didn't think that you would be stupid enough to rile me up and even dare to plan a war against me. Tsk tsk tsk." I shook my head.

"Whatever have you done, it's done for better. I can show the people that whoever will try to

mess with me, he will end up being like you. See this?" I said, gesturing towards the video camera.

Derek gasped, his eyes widened in shock.

"This recording is for your dear son. I am sure that he would like to see his father for the last time. So I am being extra magnanimous to save the exclusive clip of his father's death." I snickered.

"Y-you b-bloody s-son of-f a b-bitch!" He gritted.

I sighed. That fucking bastard still dared to bite. Something needed to be done soon.

I took the blue water bottle and sprayed it straight on his peeled skin.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Derek let out an ear-piercing scream. His toes curled in pain.

"Oh, fucking old geezer! Shut up!"

"Motherfucker-r!? It's fucking burning. What the fuck is this?!" Derek hissed.

"Pepper and saline water mixture," I responded.

Derek clenched his teeth in intense burning. Let's make it more exciting.

"Ryder!" I called for Ryder.

"Boss, you called me?"

"Our honorable guest is burning. Why don't you make some preparation to give

him some water treatment? Fill the tub and you know better what to do."

"Yes, boss."

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It's been two fucking hours that Ryder was giving Derek water treatment. He made him stand up on his peeled up legs and pushed his head down in the tub full of freezing water. Ryder pulled his head up just to let him take the breathe and again pushed his head back in the water.

"Ahhh. I can't breth-" Derek tried to say but Ryder again pushed his head inside the freezing

water. To keep the water extremely cold, one of my men was constantly putting ice cubes into the tub.

Derek was thrashing his body, even though the bond. I ushered Ryder. He pulled Derek's head out of the freezing water and released him.

Derek's body fell on the floor, almost like a limp. He was panting, his face was pale as a sheet.

He was lightly shivering in pain before, now he was literally trembling.

I got up from my chair and nudged his face with my shoes.

"J-just k-kill me." Derek croaked, coughing vigorously.

"That quickly?!” I laughed.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I sneered.

"How can I kill you just yet?" Saying, I stomped hard on his right peeled leg with my boot.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! It h-h-hurtsss!" Derek screamed. At another time, it would bring me immense sadistic pleasure that he was hurting.

But now, it reminded me about Camelia. Now that I was torturing him, he was paining. What about Camelia when he married the girl forcefully and abused her day after day?

"It hurts? Huh? Then what about Camelia? Did you think twice before ruining her life? Abusing and torturing her when she didn't do anything?" I boomed, striking a fierce kick on his chest.

From the force of the kick, Derek's body moved on the right side. Derek coughed blood.

I felt like setting the whole room on fire. If I stayed here even for a second, I would kill Derek. But he needed to endure more pain. He still needed to tell me about his son's whereabouts. So, he needed to survive a bit more.

So, I stormed out of the cell and exited the warehouse. I got inside my car and drove straight to my mansion. I was feeling restless and an urge to kill suddenly. But at the same time

wanted to see the person who was constantly causing a tornado in my mind too.

"Sir, you are back?" I met with the head maid Margo.

"How is Camelia? Ask her to come to my study." I ordered, heading to my room.

"She ate her dinner a while ago and already asleep, Sir." She replied. I didn't even realize how much time had passed when I was beating up Derek. I looked at my watch, it was 11.30 pm.

Of course, she would be sleeping by now.

With cautious steps, I entered her room. It was dimly lit.

My heart filled with warmness when my eyes landed on the sleeping beauty on the bed. She was looking so unrealistically beautiful that for a second, I thought it was some kind of dream I was having. Carefully, I sat on the bed, beside her.

Her silky locks were all over the pillow, she was lying on her left side, her lips were slightly pouty.

Who

pouts during their sleep? I couldn’t help myself. Even before realizing

I found my lips touch hers. I withdrew myself quickly, didn’t want to

scare the poor girl.

I looked at her; she was wearing a t-shirt

and a pajama pant. Pretty childish clothes. She was looking cute and at

the same time fucking tempting.

I feel like coddle her and at the same time ravish her. I lifted my hand and gingerly ran the tip of my index finger from her forehead to her neck. The contact with her skin calmed my nerves, gave me soothing.

I leaned and inhaled the sweet smell of her hair.

"Preciosa, you are so fucking mine. I am taking revenge for you. No one can hurt you ever again."

Pressing a kiss on her forehead, I got up.

"I will protect you always. But I am not sure if I can protect you from myself. I am selfishly determined to have an angel like you even though I know that hell is where I fucking belong. No one can hurt you ever, but me." Said to myself.

"And whatever I will be giving you, I will be taking much more from you because I am no good, precioso. I am Lucifer." Thinking, I left her room. If I stayed there I might not able to control my urge and pounce on her.

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