You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 4

VOID

I hardly paid any attention to his face as I picked another needle. "Two weeks ago, when I tried listening to it for the first time, I almost dozed off. I can never understand what people see in music. She really doesn't make it easy for me."

I inserted the needle into his middle finger, earning another cry from him. Now, this was good music. The only one I loved. Oh—as well as my sister's cry. I've been anticipating it, and soon, I'll have her singing it to me, endlessly.

"Do you understand the damage going on right now?" I zeroed my eyes on the needle, finding delight from how it pierced into the broken skin of his fourth finger, drawing blood. "I'm hurting your tendons and ligaments. Soon, you'll experience swelling and won't be able to move your fingers. Know what tendons and ligaments are?" I tilted my head to the side, staring into his face, but the fucker was too busy whimpering to pay any attention to my words.

I slid the final needle into his thumb. All done.

Blood pooled at the base of his fingers, staining his skin in vivid crimson streaks.

"Where is Yuri?" I asked with a clinical detachment.

"Please...! Please, I don't know—"

I sighed, bored of his pathetic attempts. When will they understand that the word 'please' meant absolutely nothing to me? Nada. Zilch. Why else do they call me Void?

I straightened up, dashing to the table to grab my scalpel which gleamed under the sputtering light.

"Please! Why are you doing this? The team is already broken. Yuri's family doesn't exist anymore. Myself, I was on my way out of the country when your men caught me. What more do you want?" Spittle escaped his mouth as he yelled, his panic making his words uneven.

"Yuri," I said calmly, not looking at his face as I tore the remnant of his shirt off his trembling body.

Yes, Yuri's group was shattered and crumbled into ash just like I wanted, but in the process, I'd lost four of my people. Now, that wasn't a loss I could forgive. I needed Yuri to pay in pieces, slowly, exquisitely.

"He should've left when I warned him to four weeks ago," I said, the scalpel in my hand drawing an invisible line across his chest, outlining a path I would carve.

"Why? You really think you can successfully eliminate every member of the Underworld?"

"Yes." My eyes never left the surface of his chest. "You want to know why? Because you and your kind aren't allowed here. I thought I must've been clear enough over the years."

He closed his eyes, clearly feeling pain from the needles still stuck in his fingers.

"Please! I—I tried to convince Yuri to leave, but he wouldn't listen."

I shrugged. "Too bad."

The scalpel pressed into his chest, slicing between the ribs, deep enough to puncture the membranes surrounding his lungs.

Dubrov's breath hitched, his scream catching in his throat. His body spasmed against the restraints, but they held firm.

"Damn it, please!" He choked out.

"Void and your fellow maggots can never coexist," I continued. "When will you get that?"

Pulling out my knife, I returned to the table to select a small glass bottle from my collection.

My torture collections were my favorite accessories. Sometimes, I pity people who fawn over jewelry and the rest. Why couldn't they see the beauty in these weapons?

"Capsaicin," I said, reading out the label on the bottle as I stood before Dubrov. "Know what it'll do to you? To the wound on your chest?"

I opened the bottle. "It'll sting and activate your pain receptors." Tilting the bottle over the incision, I let the liquid drip slowly, agonizingly, onto the raw flesh.

Dubrov's scream tore through the air like a siren. His body convulsed against the chair as if it could escape the pain coursing through him.

"It'll feel like numerous small needles are puncturing your skin all at once," I further said, explaining exactly what he was feeling. "And when you're over the initial shock, the pain will throb with each heartbeat."

"Oh, please!!!" His voice shredded with raw anguish.

Dubrov wasn't this pathetic three weeks ago. Back then, he was one of Yuri's loyal men, running errands and spilling blood for the dog family.

These men... they were worse than the Mafia, so I couldn't call them that. Their activities involved assassinations, sale of drugs, kidnapping, prostitution rings, organ harvesting and a lot more horrible activities you could imagine.

They were known as the Men of the Underworld.

I had no business with their activities. I wasn't a saint—and have no intention of ever becoming one—so I didn't give a fuck about the lives they took or the ugly things they did. I just didn't want to share my territory with them.

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