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Chapter 4

Scarlet came out of the room look hot and sexy in her black crop top, black bum-short and black canvas. A golden waist chain danced madly around her waist as she took each step.

As Scarlet entered the torture room, she saw Brazil sitting there, looking pale and shaken. He had clearly been through a lot, and it was clear that he was terrified of what was to come. She sat down in front of him, watching him with an inscrutable expression.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" she asked, her voice was cold and hard. Bruise looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice trembling. " I don't know the crime I committed please let me know" he begged.

" Tiger!!!!" She yelled.

Tiger burst into the room at the mention of his name, his eyes filled with fury. He was a tall, muscular man, with a scar on his face and a dangerous look in his eyes. He glared at Brazil, his teeth bared in a snarl.

"You hurt my family, the Lastal family who was murdered by you on the night of the inauguration" he growled, his voice low and threatening.

"Now you will pay the price." Brazil cowered in the corner, terrified of what Tiger would do to him. Tiger was a force to be reckoned with, and there was no way he could defend himself against the enraged man. Before he became a police officer, he killed alot family and now he's paying for his own's mistakes after trying to atone for them.

" I will watch you play with him for a while" Scarlet said and stepped back alittle bit, resting her head back on the wall.

Tiger raised the whip, his eyes burning with rage. He took one step forward, and Bruise flinched, anticipating the blow. But then, there was a sudden, sharp knock at the door. Everything froze in that moment, as all eyes turned to the door. Who was there, and what did they want?

The unexpected knock at the door was a shock to all present. No one had been expecting visitors, and it was highly unusual for anyone to show up unannounced at the Torture room. Tiger slowly lowered his whip, his eyes still fixed on Brazil. Scarlet barked an order to one of her underlings, and the man scurried off to answer the door. A few moments later, the door creaked open and a figure stepped into the room. It was a tall, dark-haired man in a sharp suit, carrying a briefcase.

The man who entered the room was like a vision from another world. He was tall and lean, with dark hair that was slicked back and gleamed in the dim light. His suit was tailored to perfection, the fabric a deep, rich black that looked as if it had been woven from silk and shadows. He walked with a grace that was almost otherworldly, his movements fluid and sure. His face was pale and chiseled, with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to burn with a cold, calculating intelligence. He was, in a word, beautiful.

Scarlet who has been leaning on the wall, smirked on seeing him.

“Diego,” she purred, her voice smooth as velvet. “Welcome back to the clan. Please, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show.” She gestured to Tiger, who was still standing over Bruise, whip in hand.

“You may continue, Tiger. I want to see what you're made of.” Tiger gave her a curt nod and raised the whip again. Brazil's eyes were wide with terror.

As the whip descended towards him, Brazil's body tensed up in anticipation of the pain. He tried to steel himself, but it was no use. When the leather struck his skin, he let out a scream of agony. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was all-consuming, searing through his body like a wildfire. He felt like he was going to pass out from the intensity of it. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to beg for mercy. He knew that would only make things worse. So he gritted his teeth and bore the pain, praying for it to end.

He killed the Lastal family because they found out the secret they shouldn't have. But how can Tiger survive when he stabbed all of them and set the house on fire?. He was still in thoughts when the whip came again.

" Ahhhhh hhhh please...." Brazil screamed and writhed under the onslaught of the whip, but it was no use. The pain was too much to bear. His vision started to blur, and he felt himself slipping away. Suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder, and he was jolted back to reality. He opened his eyes to see a man standing over him, a man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. It was Diego, the mysterious stranger who had arrived moments before. And he was speaking to him.

Before he came back from France, Dracula told him everything that went on in the clan so it was easy for him to catch up.

Diego leaned in close, his face mere inches from Brazil's. His breath was hot against Brazil's skin.

“We know your secret,” he whispered.

“We know what you did, and we're here to make you pay for it.” Brazil's heart sank. He had killed so many people, all to protect himself. And now, he was going to pay the price. He pretended to be good officer just to know if the police department are investigating murder of the Keys family.

Diego's fist flew towards Brazil's face with lightning speed. Brazil tried to dodge, but it was too late. The blow landed with a sickening crunch, and Brazil tasted blood in his mouth. He felt something warm and wet trickling down his chin. He reached up to touch it, and his fingers came away red. He had never been hit so hard before. The pain was indescribable. And it was just beginning. He underwent training to become a police officer but now he has met devils who are more stronger than him.

Brazil's face was bruised and bloodied, his eyes swollen shut. He looked like he had been through hell, and he was still in terrible pain. Diego stared down at him, the confusion on his face slowly turning to anger. He turned to Scarlet and snarled,

“You said he was tough. This one is barely alive. I'm losing my patience.” Scarlet merely shrugged, her eyes cold and calculating.

“It's up to me to decide that. You just came back from a mission, I thought he would be stronger than this but I was wrong. A weak Inspector... Wow!! ” she said, her voice as smooth as silk.

" Take over, he's all yours" With that he withdraw and sat on the chair to enjoy the show while the other mob members came into the room.

Scarlet picked up a knife and began to approach Brazil, who was pleading for mercy with his eyes. Scarlet smiled, her lips curling into a cruel grin. She knew she owns the game, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Time to paint Italy Red!!!!!!

Scarlet was standing over Brazil, the knife in her hand glinting in the light. Brazil was struggling to stay conscious, his vision fading in and out. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a ragged gasp. “Just... get it... over with,” he managed to croak out. Scarlet looked down at him, her expression unreadable.

“Oh, no,” she said, her voice cold and hard. “This is going to take a while".

Brazil was lying on the ground, his body racked with pain. He could feel Scarlet's gaze on him, and it was like a physical weight, crushing him down.

“What do you want from me?” he rasped. Scarlet leaned down, her face mere inches from his.

“The truth,” she whispered. “Nothing but the truth.” Brazil tried to speak, but his voice was too weak.

" Where are rest of your friends who help you 20 years ago to murder Keys family?" Scarlet thundered dangerously trying not explode on him.

" I ... Don't... Know" he whispered, peeing on himself.

" Nice. This is getting interesting, Rachel get me the rod!" She ordered, dropping the sword ona table behind Brazil.

Rachel cautiously approached Scarlet, her hand clutching a searing metal rod. As she moved closer, the intensity of the heat radiating from the rod seemed to match the fiery determination in her eyes. Each step was filled with a mix of trepidation and conviction, she understood the gravity of what lay ahead. Rachel was a devil only to those who hurt her or someone close to her.

As she collected the rod from Rachel, her devilish and ruthless side click in.

She barked orders at Vincento and Dracula, her voice full of rage.

"Get him in here and tie him to a chair," she commanded, her eyes blazing with fury. "I want to hear the truth from his lips" Vincento and Dracula exchanged a look, but they didn't hesitate to obey her orders. They grabbed Brazil and dragged him onto a chair a chained his hands behind him.

Scarlet was a vision of fury and anger. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were blazing with a fury that was almost frightening to behold. She was like a tempest, a storm of emotion that threatened to explode at any moment. Her hands were shaking, and her voice was hoarse from shouting. She stood over Brazil, glaring at him with a hatred that was palpable. She was like a taut wire, stretched to the breaking point.

" Tell me more information about them" The devil asked, piercing his thighs with hot rod.

" I don't know anything" he cried out in pains, trying to break free from the heavy chain's binding his hands together.

She removed the rod from his leg as his blood gushed out like water, forming a pool instantly.

" I will tell you a story" She said coldly, stabbing his chest this time.

" Ahhhhhhhhhh" Brazil screamed, echoing the enter room.

" The girl you stabbed, 20 years ago is still alive" she smiled sinisterly, twisting the rod further into his chest.

" Jezzzzzzzzzzzz" Brazil screamed both in shock and in pains. As Brazil sat there, chained to the chair and the rod in his chest, he was in a state of agony. His wrists were raw and bleeding from the restraints, and his body and leg ached from the pains of been stabbed. He was exhausted and in pain, both physical and emotional. He felt a sense of despair, like he was trapped and there was no way out. He had made a terrible mistake, and now he was paying the price. He was lost in a sea of regret, and he didn't know how to escape.

" I'm Ariana Keys, whom you murdered years ago bastard!!!!" Scarlet screamed insanely, plucking out the rod with force, and the speed of lightning.

The room was silent, filled with the thick, tense air of shock. No one knew what to say or do. Vincento and Dracula stood there, their faces blank with confusion and disbelief. Rachel was frozen in place, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. Even Brazil was caught off guard, unable to process what was happening. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock, counting down the seconds. The silence stretched on, seemingly endless.

" Shocked right? Just know this, you won't die until you tell me where the rest are!" She threatened as a dark smile appeared on her face. She picked up the sword from the table and kept the rod back.

Scarlet stood there, the memory of her mother and brother's death flashed through her mind. She remembered the sound of the explosion, the flames that engulfed the building, her family trapped inside. The grief and rage that she had felt that day came rushing back, and it was like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her. She felt her body trembling, her left fist clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms while the right held the sword tightly. She took a deep breath, struggling to keep control of her emotions. But it was too much, and she felt herself slipping over the edge.

In a moment of pure fury, Scarlet swung the knife, slicing through the air. There was a sickening crunch as the blade connected with flesh and bone, severing Brazil's leg. He screamed in agony, his body writhing in pain. There was blood everywhere, soaking the floor, splattered on the walls. The other people in the room were still in shock about her identity.

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