Marcus POV
I step into the cold dark room and the all to familiar smell of metal and bleach enters my nose.
The smell is overwhelming at first as I have to admit it’s been a while since I have indulged in play time in my warehouse.
I grab a chair and sit in front of the women who has helped ruin my life.
“Charlotte” i bag on the table.
She moves slightly but nothing else.
So I stand and grab a hunting knife of the instrument table. I made her hand on the table, so it is Palm down and stab into it, using the knife and the pure terror and screams that leaves Charlotte mouth would be sickening to someone who cared. All It’s doing is egging me on.
Hearing her scream brings out the excitement in me, it brings out the real, Don of New York.
“what do you want” She starts the sob.
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