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something is definitely up with her, she wasn't even fazed when I took the gun out but the moment I mentioned everyone knows she put that poor act of being scared.

Nonetheless I like her, I just need to know more about her before doing anything.

'Doing anything? You already changed all your classes to hers.' My subconscious mocked which is not annoying because it is the truth.

I stole a glance of her to see her paying attention to whatever Mr. Chris is saying.

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It's been half an hour since our encounter in class happened.

The buzzing of my phone pulled me out of my trance and I took my phone out of my pocket.

Teachers don't bother giving me orders because they know I follow my own.

So using my phone in class or having her on my lap is nothing anyone can do a shit about.

I looked at the Id...my father.

Me and my father don't have a great relationship but we don't have a bad one either.

It's strictly him passing his knowledge to me since I am the eldest.

Cassandra is the middle child and Leo is the youngest, he's 14.

I picked up the phone and greeted him with a hello before making my way out of the class.

As I said our relationship is strictly him passing his knowledge to me so him calling me is definitely no good.

And just like that he hang up.

I let out a sigh and walked out of the school and to my car.

I started it and just as I was about to start driving I got a text.

I looked down to see that it's from the hacker.

That's good.

even better

I know I've heard this name before, the last name steel is familiar to me.

Aha...that's where I heard it...my father was talking about him because he wanted to do business with us.

By business I mean shipping guns and drugs to Spain.

That's also why amber was unfazed by the gun, this keeps getting better and better.

Her personality doesn't really suit a daughter of a drug lord because they're usually...submissive.

not a problem tho, I will make sure she turns into one.

It's safe to say she's no threat and her father is willing to do business with us which makes her easier to approach.

I smirked at my own thoughts before driving to the warehouse.

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I arrived and parked my car in front of the house.

Uhhh there is this fire that burns me whenever I am about to kill or torture. The more I torture the better it gets and it's becoming addictive.

I've done a number on the jerk jacob before killing him but this guy inside...He's gonna get a much slower and painful death.

I got in and walked to where we keep the prisoners, Or as I like to call them little puppets

My eyes met a man who's tied up to a chair with black eyes and a bruised cheek.

At school I am described as 'heartless', 'cold', 'ruthless'.

But I am far away from that, very far actually.

I enjoy torturing jerks and my heart pounds with excitement the louder they scream. What heartless person feel those emotions?

As to cold I have my jokes and moments but no one enjoys them but me because when I do joke it's always the other person suffering.

Ruthless isn't true either I have mercy, I kill in the end whether the person was tortured for months, weeks, or days.

That's not ruthless.

It's safe to say my sarcasm isn't dead after all.

I took my jacket off and put it on one of the chairs.

I then let out a sigh and sat on the table with my legs spread one dangling and one on the other chair.

My hand brushed my hair and I looked at the brat in front of me thinking of ways to start my art.

I like being creative, what's art without creativity?

He looked up at me and said " if older men couldn't get me to speak you think you...a teenager will?".

I poked the inside of my cheek with my tongue and clicked my tongue. see that's why people should never judge a book by its cover.

He glared at me which is getting on my nerves but calmness is the key.

The calmer I look the more I get to him because he will get fucked up on why I'm calm.

I let my hands fall between my legs and said " you're right, I guess you're my practicing toy now.".

His eyes widened and I stood up and took long strides towards him thanks to my height.

I tapped my chin mockingly and said " uhmm what do older people do to start torturing?".

I got a lighter from beside him and opened it the fire being a barrier between us.

He looked at me with a cold expression but his uneven breaths and the way he's blinking gave his fear away.

Good because he's in for a long ride.

I brought the lighter closer to his hand and watched as his skin slowly burnt and turned black.

He let out a scream of agony making my heart do a little flip, this is why it would be hard to answer if anyone is ever to ask me what my favorite type of music is.

I looked up at him and said " is this how they do it?".

I watched as the bone came into view and it soon turned black as well.

I tsked and looked at him to see a loner tear streaming down his eyes. I faked a frown and said " oh I didn't mean to, I'm a teenager remember?".

He wiggled in his chair and I brought the lighter to his bare chest.

I watched as the hair on his chest burned and asked " or this?" But all I got is a scream.

" I love music but not when I am asking questions." I said in a duh tone.

" go to hell." He hissed at me to which I smiled and said " I will, but not before you, tell me how it is will you? Oh wait you won't be able to, my bad.".

I increased the level of flames in the lighter and spread it all over his chest making him scream over and over.

I looked up and said " change the melody to 'butter' it suits what we're doing.".

I moved the lighter all over his chest and began humming 'smooth like butter like criminal under cover.'.

He looked at me and screamed then breathed in and gave me a look full of fear. see what I meant when I said that no one likes my jokes or enjoys my moments?

I put the lighter aside and looked at him thoughtfully.

I smirked and said " I am in the mood for a salad.".

He frowned and said " you're sick you bustard.".

I faked a frown and said " uhhh do I have a fever? Can you check? Oh wait you can't your hand is as burnt! My bad again.".

I walked to the kitchen and got a knife, fork , some lettuce, tomatoes, vinegar, salt and olive oil.

I went back to him and placed the lettuce on his burnt chest then Chopped the lettuce making sure the knife gets to his skin.

He screamed and I said " it's all about the flavor old man.".

He screamed again and I finished chopping the lettuce. I then cut the tomatoes and added vinegar making him hiss in pain.

I added salt and olive oil then took some in a fork and looked at his horrified face.

I smirked and brought the knife then cut some of his burnt flesh to which he screamed in pain.

I smiled and said " here, salad and roasted beef. Open up.".

He turned his face to the other side and said " I won't speak.".

I chuckled and said " who said anything about speaking? I just made you a meal no talking is involved....just eating.".

He stayed silent only his grunts coming out of his mouth.

I tsked and said " being ungrateful huh? Here is the deal you either eat your meal or I make dick soup out of your dick. How does that sound? I wouldn't mind the second option because I do want to learn cooking.".

He screamed as I stabbed a slice of tomatoes along with his flesh with the fork adding it to the lettuce and his piece of burnt flesh.

" here comes the plane...open up big boy." I tainted.

He shut his eyes and sealed his lips.

I hummed and said " looks like I will have to open your mouth.". He whimpered and I brought the knife then placed it near the corner of his lips.

He whimpered again and in a swift movement I sliced his cheek open.

He let out a scream Unlike the others exciting me.

I smiled and said " come on salad or dick soup?". Tears fell down his cheeks and he opened his mouth, a big one may I add.

I put the fork in there and said " now chew I don't want you choking do I?".

He closed his eyes and suddenly threw up. I groaned in annoyance and said " man how old are you? 5?".

He coughed and threw up some more covering the floor of the warehouse with vomit and blood.

I grabbed his hair and said " I am bored of this, where is domenico?".

Domenico is our rival by the way, he kidnapped my mother twice to get to my father but my father always got her back.

He laid his head on the chair and said "turkey".

I smirked to myself and left the room to get cleaned up.

My part was to get him to speak and I don't feel like killing him just yet.

I walked in the bathroom and washed my hands then took off my shirt and changed into a new one.

I always keep spare clothes here.

I then walked in again and took my leather jacket then walked out leaving him hanging between consciousness and death.

The familiar sweet scent filled my nostrils and I brought my jacket near my nose.

It smells like her, I kind of sound weird but what reveals her presence other than her aura and confidence is her sweet scent that gets left everywhere she goes.

I smiled to myself, she's perfect in every way.

I of course know what fully claiming her means and it will happen soon. I will just need to find the perfect time to discuss it with her father.

Till then I will claim her in other ways.

I never was into commitment let alone that but I will work it out.

It's worth it for her.