~THE QUEEN DEATH~

~PROLOGUE - I~

"He is in there, miss" said one of the men who I assumed was Tyler when I reached just outside the cell. Or was it Thomas? I usually just nod to acknowledge them. But this time I stopped and turned my body slightly to face him. He was tall, probably around 6'3, with jet black hair scattered messily around his forehead. Hazel orbs stared back at me with surprise, but he was quick to hide it.

 I noticed he was new. And this was an achievement for someone who has just joined the mafia. He has tracked down the mole, who ran away a few months back after stealing some of our important shipments and went underground. That guy was also assumed to be giving information to our enemies in a change of some motherfucking cash. we have been trying to chase him for months on end now. He was very good at hiding. And this Tyler guy traced him in  3 days! Just 3 f*****g days!! I never generally pay heed to any of the men lingering around the mansion, just acknowledging them here and there with a slight nod. But I have to give it to him. He did a really good job. I now get it why my brother keeps him around that much, considering he is new in this line of work.

"Call me Sana, Tyler. Never call me miss. I hate it" I said observing him. Why am giving so much information?

I don't know.

Any guy would have been uncomfortable by now, considering the intensity of my gaze. But this guy looked totally unaffected.

 "Okayyy," he said hesitating a bit while dragging the last part. "And it is Dino. Dino Agosti "  he said. His guards were up, I can see it.

"Now, I know what is so special about you.....Ty," I said grinning knowing fully well what I was doing. "you did a damn well job there," I said taking in his reaction.

"ty?" He asked as a frown settled on his face, while his body relaxed a bit. He has a sharp nose and a sexy jawline. He is definitely handsome. "Short for Tyler," I said while shrugging, as if it's nothing, expecting a pissed off look to pass on his face. Instead, his smile only broadened. 

Why are you wasting your time when you could be torturing someone, Sana?????!!??

Oh, right!! My face brightened up at that thought.

'YOU ARE A f*****g PSYCHOPATH!!!! '

My inner voice remerked.

'Oh, trust me, I know that.' I told myself or more like my inner voice who constantly seems to be constantly opposing me on these matters.

I inclined my face motioning towards the door, silently asking Dino about the state of our toy who is trapped behind those doors. 

"He is out cold. Badly Bruised. Looks already half-dead from our little b***h game in the morning. Such a damn p***y. He betrayed us for some s**t money. Can't believe it. Motherfucker" he scoffed while shaking his head. I noticed his thick Italian accent. His jaw was clenched, anger rolling off him. I merely nodded and brushed past him. What he said was true. I mean how the actual f**k can you betray your own family for the sake of getting high? Excitement and anger were running through my veins at full speed.

I am going to enjoy this.

A lot.

And that dip s**t is going to regret even coming out of her mother's cunt!

'Language! no mom jokes!'

Oh right. I forgot.

 My mom has practically drilled it in my brain about not disrespecting our elders in whatsoever condition. I truly admire the Indian culture my mom has brought along with her. Not only me but everyone here seems to love it. Apparently, in India women are given equal status as a god. On certain occasions, girls are even worshipped. During my childhood, our visits to India were so frequent and goddamn long, that we were practically living there. We went there whenever it was our break time going on or whenever it was a festival there. And trust me there are so so many festivals. But as time passed our visits got limited and shortened for safety purposes. 

I miss those days a lot.

Anyways, where was I again?

Oh right!

 Before I can even place my hand on the door to push it open, his voice stopped me from behind.

"It stinks in there, he has pissed and shitted on himself far too many times till now," he said with a disgusted expression when I turned to face him. I nodded my head and turned around to go in when his voice stopped me again.

" Oh, and Happy birthday..........Miss," he said with a mischievous smile and turned around to leave without waiting for a reply. Miss? I asked him to call me Sana, didn't I? I hate it when people referred to me with that. It makes me feel like I am a snob, which I certainly am not.

'CAUSE YOU ARE A f*****g SLOB AND HE WAS JUST GIVING YOU THE DAMN TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE, DON'T FORGET WHAT YOU JUST  DID A FEW MOMENTS BACK!!!' 

My inner voice snapped at me, with a look of disapproval on her face. 

Oh. I shook my head with a soft smile as realization dawned on me. I can see us potentially becoming friends in near future.

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I entered the cell and slammed the door shut. The stench of dried up blood entering my nose, making my blood rush in excitement.

God, I have missed this smell. It excites me in some sick twisted way.

I noticed one of the men standing near the door,  guarding it. I nodded my head at him and he nodded back. 

I turned around to see the guy strapped in the chair with his hands and legs tied to the chair tightly with a rope. His clothes were torn and dried blood caked his bruised body like makeup. Such a wonderful sight. I grinned.

His head hung low. He was clearly unconscious. I took a few steps towards him when a stinking smell invaded my nose. Damn! Dino was right!! 

 He must have shitted and pissed on himself from the past 3 days.

I walked towards him though.

"Time to wake up b***h" I said brightly while I grabbed his hair painfully and slapped him hard on the face. His head rolled back due to the pressure while the sound of slap resonated across the cell. He didn't wake up.

What The  f*****g Hell?

"Bring me a bucket of ice-cold water" I ordered in a hard tone. The guy scurried out of the room in hurry noticing my pissed voice. Was my slap not hard enough or is he dead already? He has disrespected me by not waking up. If he is dead, good for him. 

If not, then this Lil sleeping beauty here will pay.

The guy came back minutes later, with a bucket of water in his hand. I saw a little trail of water behind him. Must have spilt out of the bucket while running.

I took the bucket from him and dumped half of the ice-cold content on our Lil b***h and kept the bucket aside.

He jumped screaming, clearly frightened. His eyes frantically moving around the room to see the threat, when they finally settled on my figure. His eyes widened with fear. I grinned at his trembling figure. p***y.  I saw one his shoulder was slumped down at an odd angle. I guess it was broken.

I touched his broken shoulder and started applying a little pressure, increasing it with each passing second, while grinning, till he was full-on screaming at me to stop. Do you know what I did? I retreated my hand back from his filthy figure, only to bring it back with full force as a punch.

"You b***h!!!" he screamed, his breathing coming out ragged, his eyes closed, and his face twisted in pain. "Awwww does it hurt?" I asked grinning while his jaw clenched. Does he think I am going to have mercy on him? How cute.

" You stole our shipments. Gave our information to our enemies. You don't deserve to live. So now, what we gonna do about it??"I said pretending to be thinking while tapping my fingers against my chin like a kid. " Oh yes!!" I exclaimed as if I got an idea, with a megawatt smile on my face. " How about we renovate your hand and make it more beautiful to look at?? And then if you  like it we could do the same with your legs?" I asked with a smile. He was trembling under my gaze.

 Good.

 " Now, won't you just love it?" I said in an excited tone, while walking across the room towards the table on which all of my lil babies were kept. His eye followed my every movement, his body on alert. I grabbed a hammer and a box of nails and went back towards my soon-to-be  masterpiece. I grabbed a chair and sat down on it, while his eyes widened noticeably. I took out some of the nails from the box and kept them on the floor near me. And kept the box containing the rest of the nails in my jeans pocket. The cell was dark with four walls and no window, our guests always lose track of time when kept here. But there was always a bulb in the room which was kept there to use if anyone of us decided to pay a little visit. It must suck to be them!

"No no no no!!! Please, please I beg you!! Don't do this. I didn't do anything. I swear. I am not lying. Please!" He screamed while shaking his head violently. He tried to wriggle his hands out of the rope's grasp, but to no avail.  I could see tears forming in his eyes. As much as I love it, I think I will go deaf by the end of this lovely game if he continued on with his screaming.

To protect my ears and to keep my hearing sense intact, I shoved a dirty piece of cloth, which was lying on the floor, in his mouth and gagged him with it.

Finally, 

Peace!

I could still hear some muffled screams though. But I guess it will work......for now.

"Now, let's get down to business," I said while taking one of the nails from the floor and placing it on the middle of his palm. I could see him shaking his head violently and letting out muffled screams. It's not going to affect me, buddy!! Should have thought about it before betraying us!

I brought the hammer down and the nail started cutting into his flesh  as fresh  blood started pouring out of the wound. His hands were shaking  violently. The metallic smell of fresh blood invaded my nose. His body was wrecking with sobs.  I repeated the process 2 more times while humming softly to myself, till the nail has completely disappeared into his hand and only the top of it was visible.  It was now pinned to the base with a nail.

I repeated the process on the other hand. Tears were streaming down his face like a damn river.

 I bent down to pick up another nail when he started shaking his head,  again. Due to screaming while being gagged, his saliva was dribbling down his chin to his torn shirt. GROSS!!

'Don't forget you do the same damn thing while sleeping. You always have saliva dripping down your chin, Now that isn't gross at all, yes?' My inner voice remarked sarcastically.

'Hey, that's a different thing! Why the hell are you taking this b***h's side by the way? Oh yeah, I got it. No need to tell me. You pity this guy, don't you?' I bite back at my inner voice.

GREAT!!! Now I have started talking, no, more like arguing with myself!!

'whatever, I am going to sleep.'  she snapped, while throwing her signature 'Do Not Disturb'  glare at me.

I sighed and focused back on the work at hand.

I placed the nail directly above the joint which connected his index finger to his palm and started beating the hammer on it.  A satisfying cracking noise resonated around the room, telling us that the nail has hit exactly where I wanted it to. His blood coated my fingers. He was full-on screaming by now or more like trying to scream since he was gagged, but that damn piece of filthy cloth was not doing it's work properly.

I did the same with his other fingers on both the hands. 

Now, It's time to check the IQ of the 2 brain cells left in that empty skull of his. 

So, I decided to f**k with his mind a little.

THAT WOULD BE FUN!!!

"Have you got anything to say now, after my exhibition of the beautiful talent that I have?? Perhaps praising my work may let you off the hook for some time." I asked him with a sadistic smile on my face.

I ungagged him, taking the cloth out his damned mouth. The cloth was wet with his saliva. Ew. I quickly threw the cloth on the dirty floor and wiped my finger off from his shirt there on the broken shoulder. Evil. I am evil. HA HA! Whatever. He hissed in pain while spitting on the floor beside him. He was panting, clearly in pain.

" So?" I asked, while he just stared at my face, mortified. " I didn't ungag you to stare at me, you know. Tell me what do you think about this piece of art." I said motioning towards his hands while waiting for a reply, which never came. He just stared at me with wide eyes. He resembled those f*****g biscuit eating monkeys back there in India!! "I take it, you didn't like it? Perhaps I should show you my talent a little more, so you could see the real beauty of it and appreciate it. Now, that sounds like a brilliant idea to me!" I muttered while bending down to pick the dirty cloth from the floor, ready to gag him again.

"NO!" he shouted. I snapped my neck towards his face. Did he just shout at me? My angry face would have been a dead giveaway because he started correcting himself the very next second. "I m-mean I-I like-liked it. It is bri -brilliant!!" he stuttered.

"Then why didn't you say it before?" I said, my voice soft as if I am regretting what I did and will spare him. He will be an i***t to fall for this. He didn't reply though.

"You see, whenever I think of letting you off the hook and go easy on you, you always go and disrespect me. Just like now, I thought of letting you off easy, but you didn't reply to my question. You disrespected me" I said in a hard tone. "Now I won't ask you again- Why didn't you say it before?" I said slowly dragging my each word out as if I am talking to a kid while observing his face. He was scared. My game is working. 

Lovely 

"I-I was.......be-beca" he tried to say before I interrupted him. "I ain't got all day here, sweetheart" I snapped. This guy was seriously getting on my nerves.

"I was-was mesmerized b-by its be-beauty" he lied. I don't like liars.

" Really?" I asked with a smile and fake enthusiasm in my voice. He eagerly nodded relieved thinking this torture session has come to an end. HE FELL FOR IT!!!! I just didn't think he would have. How petty!

"Oh, then I guess you wouldn't mind me getting a little more creative and continuing my masterpiece....or would you?" I asked grinning. His face looked pretty priceless after that. Shock, anger, Fear. I just grinned. "So?" I asked

Finally, realization dawned on him. His eyes were scared. I shoved the dirty cloth in his mouth the moment he opened his stinking mouth to say something. He hasn't even brushed in 3 days! Not that he has got an option there.

I stood up and went towards the table in search of another interesting tool. Knives, scissors, daggers, hammers, nails, Lead sprinklers, pear of anguish, collars, Spanish ticklers, tongue tearer and many more. These tools were used in the Medieval period. They cause slow but the most painful death. Can I use one on this monkey strapped in the chair behind me?? Probably. I grinned. I went forward to pick tongue tearer when my brother's horrid words entered my mind. 'Do not kill him in any condition. I think he is hiding something from us. We gotta find it before killing him. OK???'

I scoffed. If he was hiding something from us, I am damn sure he would have told me, in hope of getting off the hook for some time. But...whatever......if he wants him alive, then so be it. I don't want him bugging my ass about it.

I changed my hand's direction and went to grab a cutter. I turned around and walked back towards him. He looked on the verge of passing out. If he will faint then he won't feel a damn thing of what I am about to do to him.

I quickly grabbed the half-filled bucket and dumped all of the water along with the bucket on him. His eyes jerked open but his body looked too tired to move. The bucket fell from his non- fractured shoulder to the ground with a thud He stared wide-eyed at me calculating my next move. Water slid down from his body to the floor creating a small puddle there. His shirt stuck to his body like a second skin. There was nothing sexy about his body though. He has a body of a small 10-year-old boy, for a man.

I went towards him and with the cutter, I tore the shirt open and threw it away on the floor.

I sat down on my chair and bent towards his chest with the cutter, and started outlining my drawing there. He jumped the moment my cutter contacted his skin. He started shaking his head violently while letting out muffled screams of some incoherent words.

The cutter cut into his flesh when trails of fresh blood started flowing down his body.

His screams were exciting me.

I am enjoying this a lot!!

40 Mins later, I was done with my masterpiece, but it seems like this gorilla's armpit has already passed out due to pain. I stood up took a few steps back to admire my drawing. I have drawn a big p***y over there in the center, which represented him. Around it, I had drawn a cute little donkey, a family of monkeys and a beautiful tiara. But the tiara looked more liked a squashed banana. Whoa!  

'I should become an artist! I will definitely make millions out of it!'

Note my sarcasm there.

I laid all of the instruments back at their places and made a beeline for the door with a satisfied smile on my face, 

'More like sadist'

My inner voice said.

'Yeah, whatever. And weren't you sleeping?' I said to my inner self while rolling my eyes, clearly fed up of her attitude.

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I drove my car past the trees while increasing the volume of the speaker. An upbeat song was playing on it, which I didn't recognize. I rolled down my windows letting the fresh air inside the car. The fresh smell of flowers and wet soil entered my nose, calming me instantly. The blowing wind messed up my hair. They started sticking to my face and irritated my eyes as well. I quickly rolled up the window and retrieved a hair tie from the glove compartment and tied my hair up quickly in a bun, while balancing the steering wheel. Multitasking. I know, I am great.........Hehe. I quickly rolled my window down while grinning as I stepped on the accelerator, speeding up my car, as the wind started slapping against my face more ferociously than before. I loved the thrill it gave me.  

My house or as some would like to say 'mansion' was built far away from cities, isolated in the woods. It always takes twenty-five minutes to reach the city area from my house. In 3 or so km, further into the woods, was our main warehouse, where we kept our arms and drugs, hidden in case police decided to show up and give us a 'surprise visit'. In that warehouse, there is a secret underground torture chamber or 'our game chamber' also, where we like to keep our 'special guests'.  we have many warehouses all over the countries, disguised as houses, factories, heck.....even graveyards. I think it's quite intelligent on our part since it is the last place anyone will look for when they are searching for an 'alive person'. 

I saw the gate of my house fast approaching. I pressed harder on the accelerator, trees zooming past me in a blur. I reached the gate, where the guard quickly opened the gate, nodding at me. I hopped off my car and went inside, where I came face to face with the angry ape s**t of a brother himself. I sighed seeing his glare. Preparing myself for his long ass boring lecture, I glanced towards the big wall clock. s**t!! My eyes widened slightly as I saw the time. I have just one f*****g hour to take a bath, do my hair, my makeup, my accessories, shoes, every f*****g thing!!!!

'It's your fault. Now, your gonna be showing up looking like a hobo' My inner voice snorted while rolling her eyes.

‌'I ain't got time to argue with you, now just f*****g shut up' I bite back her as I pushed past my brother,  making my way upstairs to my room when the asshole behind me scoffed and stormed off. He better not be bitching about this to mom or I swear I will kill him! 

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‌I climbed the stairs up as fast as I can, skipping 3-4 stairs in between when I collided into someone's hard chest and stumbled backwards holding the railings for support. I looked up and saw Adriano frowning at me while taking in my attire. 

"Why ain't you ready yet? And where were you?" he questioned still frowning at me. "I paid a visit to the main warehouse....that's why I am late and not ready," I said in a hurried voice. "Step aside!! I need to get the f**k ready" I said pushing past him. 

"Be on time!" he shouted behind me while grinning. "You have got fifty-five minutes left to make your b***h ass look good" 

I turned around and showed him my middle finger. 

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A/N:

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~Tanishka