*Mature Content* (Torture)

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Rome's POV -

Well this just made my day 100 fucking times better. It's about damn time I killed him.

"Sweetheart," Looking down to my gorgeous girl, her innocent doe eyes met mine in question.

"Why don't you go shower and clean up, hm?" Brushing the hair that fell in front of her eyes, she gives me a sweet smile and nods.

"Okay," She chirps, giving me a quick hug and making her way to the stairs, completely oblivious to what's about to go down. Obviously she knows that Oliver is here but knows better then to ask about it.

My smart girl.

Elijah and James watch her in silence as she does so, and once she's out of sight my demeanor changes.

"Come l'hai trovato?" My jaw clenches.

(How did you find him?)

"Oliver is seriously sick in the head, he really has some obsession over Arya. One of the men found him snooping around the café, most likely looking for her." James says with a pissed off expression.

My blood boils.

"How is Oliver Ivan's son? There's no way they share the same brain cells." Elijah scoffs. "No person would be dumb enough to get caught that easily."

I roll my eyes, It's because of Arya. Her natural beauty attracts all I suppose.

"Is he in the cells?"

"Yes Capo, Elijah couldn't help himself and got a few early punches in. He wanted to do more but I held him off." James smirks towards him and Elijah scowls.

"No worries, you'll get your turn." I gestured towards the direction of the cells and we made our way to them.

There's a door hidden behind one of the walls which leads to the cellar. It's soundproof down there as well so my baby's precious ears won't hear a thing.

Making my way down with James and Elijah trailing behind me, I can hear chains rattling which means Oliver's pathetically trying to escape.

Reaching the door I gesture for them to wait here so I can have my fun first.

Opening it, I catch sight of the bastard trying to unlock the handcuffs with some pin in his hand.

"Trying to go somewhere?" I taunt mockingly and he drops the pin in surprise. Well there goes his only way of escaping. Not that he'd get out anyways.

He's handcuffed to a chair with his hands behind him, so the pin is now on the ground where he can't reach it.

He's got a good bruise on the side of his cheek, most likely from Elijah's punch.

"Cute attempt I must say." I continue, reaching down and grabbing the pin, tossing it to the side.

"You won't need it though."

"Fuck you!" He spits, giving me a hard glare.

Deciding to get straight to the point, I grab my own chair from the side of the room and bring it out in front of him, sitting down.

"Where's Ivan?"

"I'm not telling you shit!" He yells, desperately trying to get out of the cuffs.

"You're not getting out of here Oliver, so I'm not sure why you're trying. You might as well tell me where he is so this can be over with." I say with an unamused face.

He laughs sinisterly, "Yeah? He's hidden right now so you won't be getting to him anytime soon."

"So you do know where he is?" I raise a brow and catch his shocked look. "I didn't know for sure if you did but you confirmed my thoughts."

"Before we get to that though," I stand up and head over to the table that has many pretty weapons on them.

"Tell me, why are you so obsessed with Arya?" Deciding to go with a pair of pliers to start, I turn back to him to see the man squirming.

"Do you just think she's pretty? Attractive? What is it, Oliver?"

He eyes the item in my hand silently.

"You want me to use this first? You look interested in it so why not?"

"Elijah, James, vieni qui." I call.

(Get in here.)

Less than two seconds later they walk in with blank expressions.

"Legalo al muro così posso raggiungere le sue dita, le tirerò fuori una per una e poi lavorerò sui suoi denti."

(Tie him up to the wall so I can reach his fingers, I'm going to work on that and his teeth.)

They give each other a knowing look and then stride towards Oliver as he panics.

"N-No wait!" He screams as Elijah and James work at an incredible speed to do what I ask, barely even reacting to Oliver's pathetic punches and jabs.

As they do their work, I head back to the table and grab a smaller knife. The size doesn't necessarily matter here, It's more about how sharp it is.

Placing the two items down, once I look back I see that Oliver is securely tied to the wall by some rope, his arms and legs spread out beside him.

"Uscire." I say and without a word they listen.

(Get out.)

"Here's how this will go. I'm going to pull out one of your teeth, and then I'll continue to question you since you already refused to answer."

He pales, "No! I'll tell you I promise!"

"Too late. If you still refuse to answer after this I'll continue the process." I smirk, grabbing the pliers and approaching him slowly.

He continues to scream and flail his body around but It's no use.

Gripping his face with one hand, I forcefully open his mouth and attach the pliers to one of his upper teeth on the right side. Without wasting another second, I pull with force and it flies out of his mouth and to the floor.

He lets out a loud cry as blood begins to flow from his mouth.

"You know what? I don't think I've done enough." Before he can process my words I attach the pliers to another tooth on his left side and pull.

He screams pathetically as more blood oozes down his jaw and to the floor.

Rolling my eyes at how annoying he sounds, I keep the pliers in my hand.

"Continuing on, what do you want from Arya?" Sitting down in the chair from earlier I wait a few moments.

Another cry escapes him which just irritates me even more. "I won't ask twice, Oliver."

Taking a few breaths and spitting out blood he croaks, "S-She caught my eye at that...that café."

Humming, I twist the pliers around in my hand, "And what were your thoughts? What were you going to do with her after you were supposed to kill me?" I chuckle at the idea of them planning to kill me. No one can.

He doesn't answer and I stand up making him panic again, "I was going to keep her for myself and do what I want with her! My father was going to spare her life after you were dead!"

'I was going to keep her for myself and do what I want with her!'

The fucking bastard.

Now I was really pissed. God knows what he would do with Arya if he truly had her.

He did have her at one point, and the thought makes me want to shoot him in the head right here.

"Your father was going to spare her? Ivan was going to spare her?" I laugh, moving towards him as he tries to cower away.

"Your pathetic father was going to kill her. He doesn't give a shit about you. No wonder he's still hiding instead of trying to save you."

Before he can blink I'm pulling out another one of his teeth while he yells out in pain.

Gritting my teeth I put the pliers down and reach for the knife.

I'm going to fucking cut off his fingers. And I'm going to love every second of it.

"You really thought your plan would work?" I ask, grabbing his hand in a crushing grip and waiting until I hear his bones crack.

He screams.

"You think you can take her from me?" I slice his pointer finger clean off.

He screams again.

"Think you can have her to yourself?" I cut off his thumb.

He screams yet again.

My eyes blaze in anger as I grab the pliers and jerk off one of his nails.

He groans in pain when I grip his hair, pulling his head back. "You haven't seen a fucking thing yet, Oliver. This is just the beginning. And when I return, I hope to god you have some information ready for me."

Taking the knife and cutting his shirt apart, I plunge the knife into the side of his stomach and begin to carve into his skin.

There's nothing he can do besides cry and beg for mercy.

Gripping his hair in my hand again, I slam his head against the wall with so much vigor, his body goes limp. He's unconscious.

"James," I snap and on command he enters the room once again.

"Una volta che è sveglio, fai quello che diavolo vuoi con lui. Una volta che hai finito, fai fare un turno a Elijah. Imbavaglialo in modo che non parli. Voglio sentire da lui dov'è Ivan." I grit out.

(Once he's awake do whatever the hell you want with him. Once you're finished have Elijah take a turn. Gag him so he doesn't speak. I want to hear where Ivan is from him.)

"Si Capo," James responds.

"Puoi metterlo sull'orlo della morte, ma non ucciderlo. Voglio ancora un altro turno."

(You can put him on the verge of death, but don't kill him.)

Glancing briefly at the blood on my hands, I swiftly make my way out the door as James watches Oliver in calculating silence.

I pass by Elijah who doesn't dare to speak.

Once I make it up the stairs I can still hear the shower running which means Arya isn't out yet.

Heading to a different bathroom I go straight for the shower.

I sigh once the water sprays down on my back and as the blood washes off of my hands down the drain.

Taking deep breaths I try to control the anger that's still on the surface. Think of Arya. Think of Arya.

Once I've calmed down enough I finish washing off and get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist.

Glancing at myself once in the mirror, I shake my head and walk back to my room. As I'm doing so Arya's figure walks out of her own room before she freezes in place.

My face becomes amused as I watch a blush form on her cheeks, her gorgeous eyes trailing up and down my figure, lingering on my chest.

"Need something, baby?" I ask, giving her a smirk.

She jumps in place and covers her face with her hands. "N-No I was-I was just..."

"Just what?" Humming I close off the remaining steps between us and gently grab her hands, prying them away from her beautiful face.

She becomes ever redder if possible and I inwardly swoon.

"I was just looking for you cause I didn't know if you were back in your room yet." She mumbles and I cup her face.

Pressing a quick kiss to her forehead I run my thumbs over her cheeks before responding, "I'm done with business for tonight so how about we watch a movie, hm?"

Her eyes light up and she nods, "Yes please! I also have a question."

I chuckle and tuck some hair behind her ear, "Let me go change first, okay?"

Her eyes widen and quickly glance down at my towel before she bites her lip.

Fuck, what a tease. I don't think she knows what she does to me.

"Come on," Grabbing her hand I lead her into my room. Searching my drawers for a clean pair of clothes, I turn to her only to find her still staring.

"Want to keep watching?" Smiling down at her, I teasingly reach for my towel and she squeaks adorably, turning around and covering her eyes.

I laugh as I quickly change into some sweats and a loose t-shirt. "You can look now, darling."

Turning back around, she then eyes my drawers with longing which peaks my curiosity.

"Do you want to wear one of my shirts?" I try and she plays with her fingers.

"Yes please," She gives me a small smile and my heart warms.

Opening the drawer back up I grab a gray t-shirt and hand it to her. Turning around on instinct I hear her shuffling around before she tells me to turn back around.

My shirt fucking drowns her but it looks perfect at the same time.

"What is it you wanted to ask?" I question, reaching forward and pulling her into my arms, a content sigh leaving my mouth.

"Um well, we haven't been to that waterfall you showed me in a little while, do you think we could go tomorrow after I get out of school?" Her pretty voice asks and I hum.

"Sure baby, we'll go tomorrow." I promise and give her a quick kiss which makes another blush coax her features.

We both settle down comfortably in my bed and I let her pick out a movie, which ends up being some Disney one I've never heard of.

I keep my arms around her the whole time.

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Arya's POV -

I love him.

I love him.

I love him.

I'm going to tell him tomorrow at the waterfall that I love him.