"You dared to betray me ...now ...now look at you," I said, while sipping wine from my glass and looking at the sinner bowing down in front of me wearing nothing but leather straps.

His hands were tied, his cock painfully erect due to overstimulation and lack of release from the cock ring on his dick. His neck was irritated and red thanks to the tight collar he was wearing. His whole back was covered with whip marks, red and blue, making his skin glow with them like some precious abstract painting.

He tried to say something but couldn't with the ball gag in his mouth. Irritated by the noise, I pulled his leash and he stumbled and fell to the ground and muffled groaning sounds came out from his gagged mouth.

Sighing, I stood up, setting the glass on the table and taking my belt from the tabletop. I leaned in his direction and took out the gag.

It was a bad idea. He started crying and spitting gibberish again. I rolled my eyes at him and leaned a little more in front of his face.

*Smack* I slapped his face, cringing when his saliva and mucus partly covered my hand.

"M-Mistress.... I'mmm s-soo S-SOorry! I'll never do that again!" He pleaded, crying and sniffing.

"Well, you should have thought about it first before betraying us, shouldn't you little whore?"

"S-sorry ... S-sorr...." he moaned and his body started to shake, before he could finish his shit talk, I stuffed my handkerchief in his mouth.

"You talk too much for my liking. Now let me show you what you will get by betraying The DarkMoons.... you may be wondering why I haven't killed you like others in the first place. Well.... well I can't really kill the seducer which Cobra Bitch sent to us. Besides that, that bitch does know my taste, submissive brown eyes, long lashes, fluffy long dark brown hair, Asian features, beautiful pale caramel skin... ugh. I wonder how it will look after I accidentally pour some acid over it. Shouldn't we try this little slut?" I cooed at the petrified mouse in front of me and he visibly flinched in fear, making me smirk.

"Now I'm taking the cloth out of your mouth. You can only reply with 'Yes' or 'NO'. Do you understand?" I commanded, but he didn't gave me any response. Oh! Stupid him.

*Spank* I spanked his back with the leather belt I was holding in my left hand.

"I asked, do you understand?"

He nodded, teary-eyed. Rolling my eyes, I took the cloth out of his mouth. For his own good, he didn't start making any sounds as he did before.

"Did the Cobra mistress appoint you herself?"

"Yes."

*Spank*

"Yes, what?"

"Y-Yes M-Misstress," he babbled while groaning in pain.

"Was your mission just to lure me to some isolated place?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you know anything more about her plan?"

"No Mistress."

Sighing, I patted his head as I already knew the Cobra bitch would never tell anyone about her plans and he stiffened under my touch.

"Good Boy, now I won't kill you," I praised, and immediately his face filled up with horror. I smirked in his direction. 'Looks like Cobra bitch did tell him about me, but today I was not in the mood.'

"Naah... Naah, little boy, I am not interested today, so relax," I said, and his lips tightened as eyed me suspiciously.

"I will just send you back to the Bitch alive." I replied, smiling cheekily.

"WAIT MISTRESS NO. PLEASE, I WILL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE DON'T SEND ME BACK.... KILL ME INSTEAD MADAM PLEASE." He trembled, and started sobbing. I sighed, shaking my head left and right, at his state.

*Spank*

"Don't you know that slaves don't get to make the decisions?" I squinted my eyes, and with a few more spanks and took out a dagger from my pocket. I slashed his tongue in one go. Blood started flowing out of his mouth, staining my precious white marble floor and my clothes.

I crinkled my nose looking at the bloody mess and then, after one last look, I left the room and made my way towards the exit of the floor of this building.

Arriving in the private lift, I pushed the red button among white, black, and red, and after a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a worried old man rushing in my direction.

"Pumpkin, that could have been dangerous... Why didn't you inform me about the attack and handle all the shit by yourself? It could have been worse. There were 37 people and you didn't fucking try to reach me once. Are you alright? You didn't get hurt, na? Did you kill them all or are-" Max threw a bunch of questions in my direction and I rolled my eyes at his dramatic performance.

He is the head butler, cum driver, cum bodyguard, cum cook cum.... ugh. But he has always been like a father figure to me. I haven't ever been that close to my parents when they were alive as much as he is to me.

"Calm down! Calm down, old man, or you will start shredding all those beautiful dreadlocks of yours! Yes, I didn't call you because I didn't want to miss my favourite black forest cake made by your hands," I replied, cheekily, and he creased his brows in disbelief.

*Smack*

"Owwww! What that's for-" I whined, and he smacked my head again. It hurts owwwiee!

"You ain't getting any cake for tonight," he added, and my eyes grew wide in horror.

"Wait... wait, it's illegal... I-I am the Mistress here, you can't just command me." I gasped, and he just maintained his cold expression. Ughh!

"You are just a pain in ass," He said, rolling his eyes. I gave him my best puppy eyes to get the cake but that stone-hearted bastard didn't even appreciate my cuteness.

"Ugh..." I pouted, and he grinned.

"Have you taken your meds?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, I have but don't fucking try to divert the subject pumpkin, Did you killed all the rats? " he asked, and I sighed.

"Not all, but almost."

"What? How many escaped? Do we have to activate our assassins to kill them? Did they-"

"CALM THE FUCK DOWN, OLD MAN!"

*Smack*

"Language pumpkin. Behave," he commanded, and I groaned, rubbing my head where he had smacked me thrice, and it fucking hurts.

"UGHHH- You were not even listening to me, I killed 36 out of 37 people, and the one person left is under my captivity in the torture room. So don't worry about it, raising your blood pressure in small matters like this," I informed him, and he gave me a questioning look while crossing his arms.

"What are you planning to do with him?"

"Send him back in the Cobra's stomach," I replied, and he sighed.

"And may I know why you didn't kill him in the first place?"

"He looks like her-" I mumbled in a whisper, and he nodded in understanding.

"I'm going to the mansion to clear my mind," I informed, and with a single nod, followed me out of the building.

We walked out of the headquarters, or you can say, the company's building, straight towards my Black Range Rover, waiting for me in the parking lot. The grumpy old, fit man opened the door and I slid inside the back seat, then he followed my actions to the driver's seat.

Once the engine roared into life, I turned on my laptop and went through some emails. I'm the CEO of my very own company "The Dark Moon Private Limited". And yes, I am one of the youngest billionaire in the state. I started this company when I turned 22 to hide the Empire's income in the shadow of the company's name, and at the age of 17, I took over the throne due to the circumstances

Today I'm 28, or in the words of the media "The most eligible bachelorette of the city" The paparazzi are crazy over me, which sucks. They are everywhere and too nosy about my life.

"We've arrived," Max informed me, and I rushed out of the car and down to the ground floor to take a shower first. As Max settled into his rule, I was told not to enter the mansion until I had washed away all the bloodstains and the bloodthirst in my mind. Ugh... like you can brainwash yourself or anything.

Arriving at the bathroom, I turned on the shower and sighed as the lukewarm water dripped over my body. Grabbing the loofah, I worked on the soap lather, which was scented with coffee essence, for some minutes. Then, after rinsing off all the suds, I turned off the shower and put on my black silk robe. I ran a towel over my hair and walked into the closet to look through my clothes. As I have no fucking intention of going out of my room, I settled with a baggy-plain, white shirt with black basketball shorts.

Just as I opened the door of my room and tried to enter my room, a large force made me stumble and fall on the floor and I groaned.

"Kartos! Baby mama is back. I'm not going again today, so, behave like the good boy you are, Will you?" I made a pucker face to my black American Pit Bull Terrier while massaging my butt with one hand to soothe the impact.

He started licking my face, making me giggle, Yeah, it's one of the most dangerous breeds of dogs in the world, they are also banned in many countries. But he is a baby, or well for me he sure is.

Some may call him dangerous and he does look vicious, but I knew him as my only true friend, my love, and my safe space. He is my companion in the meetings regarding the deals, he is the only one who keeps me entertained during those hours, but people fear him more than me, as they should.

Max personally requested our scientists to genetically modify him to become more obedient towards his mistresses, and enhance his killing capacity by the factor of three. Basically, he is a living, adorable ( for me) killing machine, who will rip anyone at my single command, and I love him with all my heart.

"Babyyy let's go to bed, I'm tired, so let this hooman rest sugarmuffs," I cooed at him and patted his head. He stood up from my legs and I followed him.

I immediately jumped on the bed and took a long breath. Kartos also soon joined me in the bed, curling in my direction. Grazing my fingers over his fur, I looked at the picture frame resting on the table beside my bed, and I sighed, closing my eyes.

When darkness comforts you more than light,

Smiling all day while crying at night,

Gosh!, I'm not talking about hook-ups or love at first sight.

Ever thought about the pain?

when you are not even sure whether your efforts will work or they all will go into vain.

When you realize that all the people around you are snakes,

but you can't avoid them for fuck's sake.

When you need no friends with wings,

All the angels you know put concrete in your veins.

When you have to check the mirror to see if you are still here & by realizing that the reality is still the same,

The disappointment is too hard to bear.

The diary with the bloodstains,

Only that could explain...

There's nothing to gain,

And I can't fight the pain,

I only wish that, as if no one knew my name...

Sobbing in the shower, assuming it to be rain,

I don't know why I always try to hide it. Indeed I'm insane.

Always preferring to be alone,

Life is a bitch, only company calls bring life to my phone...

My parents had no clue,

Why do I have my skin covered in patches, red and blue...

My diaries will explain,

Why there are red spots on the papers which are supposed to be plain...

When your only hope is to get tattoos,

When you just want to run away from all society's taboos...

The days don't seem to change,

I don't want the spotlight, I don't want the fame,

I Just kept wishing there would be nothing to lose if no one knew my name...

When your life needs upthrust,

But you don't have anyone to trust...

Realizing that all people are truly snakes,

But putting the most charming smile over your face just for society's sake ..

My eyes will explain,

How many times did I want to die and stop all the pain,

I just wish that if no one knows my name...

The name is Krystal Blake, supermodel, mafia head of the top Empire in the country, and the youngest Business icon in the state.

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~ Love- K.D