The dangerous man
1104 Words
Dylan's P.O.V
Snap, c***k and scream
Those were the order of sounds that I was far used to from a young age. I had always hated the way every else assumed they had the power to place themselves above me. I was the only one above everyone.
That was how it always was and should have been.
"I... I'm sorry." The man across from him pleased with tears in his eyes and snot starting to drip down his nose and onto the expensive designer suit he was wearing.
It was a disgusting sight.
"H-How much... how much can I give you?" He was practically begging at this point as the only man I know who lived for the thrill of tears reached down for the second finger, ready to break it if I approved.
The man's face was so red it looked like he was about to explode and his eyes looked at me as though I castrated him.
I was too numb to it to give a damn. I've never cared about the pain they felt from the decisions I made.
"Break it." I ordered, but he didn't really need to me to say it as the second he saw my lips move, he'd already snapped it before I could finish my words.
Anthony was a sadist, but it he didn't really feel sexually pleasured by it. He just got excited doing it.
"Woo!" Anthony chuckled and smacked the back of the man's head as he screamed, just to shut him up. "Come on, do you think he wants your money? You're a sick twisted man, money won't save you this time."
The man begging to be let go –despite me being considered a demon in the eyes of many– was the devil himself.
He ran on political power, using it against any and all unsuspecting victims and silencing them. All his works was done in the shadows, meticulously planned and executed with no trace behind.
That's none of my business, what he did wasn't any of my concern and I didn't need to go around hunting him down and wasting my time.
But he came across the wrong victim and Anthony wasn't going to let it slide.
Neither was I.
I shift my gaze to the woman standing just behind Anthony, shivering and grabbing onto his shirt as though it was her lifeline.
She was small and fragile for a woman she age, but it's not like she was an adult either, just hanging in the thin line of it. Should be months younger than Anthony as far as I can tell.
Her tear-soaked eyes travelled to me and she stared at me with those childish eyes, like a daughter pleading with her father to seek her justice.
Just like her boyfriend Anthony, she might be a sadist too considering how she doesn't flinch every time Anthony does something to anyone.
Either she's completely used to the sinister intentions of her boyfriend, or she's just not right in the head.
"That's enough." I tell Anthony but he doesn't look like he's ready to stop his torment.
He's just too spoiled.
"Come-on big bro, he still has eight fingers left, can't I get two more?" He didn't pleas with his eyes, he was challenging me instead, daring me to say no.
I'm not one to feed in his sadistic tendencies.
"I said enough." I stared into his eyes, making my intentions clear which he clenched his jaw to, clearly displeased but my dismissal.
But I wasn't going to let him ruin the man too much. He was a good pawn of mine and I wasn't in the mood to look for his replacement.
"You know he looked at her like the pedo he is." Anthony smacked his head again and the man whimpered in pain. "Your ugly a** wouldn't catch anything." He hisses into the man's ear and kicked his chair.
I only watched as the man whimpered and shakily got up from the seat. He was a man too old to be trying to get into the skirts of girls that were barely half his age.
She had just turned eighteen, but that didn't stop his predatory from kicking in.
"May I be excused...?" He asked and I nodded in agreement before he grabbed the documents he came to get and left in a rush.
Probably rushing to the hospital.
"Oh! sorry." A woman gasped from the door just as the man was stepping out, directing my gaze to the door, half-expecting to see his predatory side resurface again.
And as they always say 'old habits die hard'.
He was dramatically on the floor and trying to get up on his knees to which the woman at the door –who had probably crushed into him on her way inside– was trying to help the old frail man up.
Well, his short frame and skinny limps were the perfect excuse to make such a dramatic fall, feigning old man weak bones.
I watched as she helped him up and helped to straighten his suit around his shoulders and dusting off his knees and arms.
She wasn't as young as Anthony girlfriend, but she sure was still young compared to his age.
Possibly in her mid or late twenties if I could guess.
She was polite, smiling mostly as she kept on apologizing to the man who was obviously just soaking in her touch, even though it wasn't intimate.
Any feminine touch was enough to arouse that old man like a dog in constant heat.
Disgusting.
"He's probably getting off on that." Anthony rolled his eyes as he pulled the chair the man was sitting on and took a seat. "You should have made me cripple him."
"You should stop enjoying torture, otherwise you will never come out of it." I said even though it was futile.
Anthony would never change.
He smirked and chuckled as he tilted his head and licked his teeth.
"I don't go around inflicting pain on everyone, just the scumbags who deserve it." He shrugged and I only shook my head and sighed.
He took it from me, even though we aren't blood related, just an orphan who started following me around and calling me brother years back, he just watched the violence I inflicted and he developed a hunger for it.
Till today, I just never understood why he would want to be close to a dangerous man such as myself.
He should be trying to get away.
Like most of the women who can't handle the life I that live.
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