A/N: The following scenes will be descriptively violent and crude, which may be triggering and disturbing to younger readers. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Inaya's POV

I hadn't seen Dominic since our last encounter. This always happens. He traumatizes to me a certain extent and then disappears.

I don't even think he's come back home for those few days I haven't seen him. I hadn't realized how awfully quiet and [creepy] it has become, living in this ginormous mansion by myself. Doesn't he get lonely?

I haven't seen Nicholas for a few days either. I'm going to take a lucky guess that he's busy. I wonder what his job in all of this is? How not-so-innocent acts has his innocent eyes seen? How many did he commit himself?

Sometimes, because of Nicholas' playful and polite personality, it slips my mind that he's a Belcastro. He must do some shady work.

I pour myself a glass of mango juice and sit at the counter as I stare at the wall with too many thoughts zooming in and out of my mind.

I feel like being completely alone with only your thoughts as company is a very self destructive behaviour, especially if you're thoughts lean more towards being dark than positive.

I stare at my bandaged finger, and that night's events begin unfolding in my mind again. A blush creeps onto my cheeks, making me feel those tingles again.

"Ya Allah! I need to stop..." I quickly pat my cheeks, trying to calm down.

Suddenly, a thud perks up my ears. What I thought was just one small sound, became a constant thud.

"What the..." I quickly stand up to go find the location of this sound.

"Is there a pipe problem?" I think out loud.

Or did someone break in?

"Pffft, no one can break in! I'm sure Dominic has some sort of security system in this house. Or at least, no one would be dumb enough to break into Dominic Belcastro's home." I say to myself as I walk around trying to figure it out.

I find a large, dark chestnut-coloured door, which is slightly peaked open.

I look inside out of curiosity and to my horror, I see a man tied to chair. The room is extremely dark except for the small light bulb above the man's head, shining enough light on him for me to see that he's been badly beaten.

"You really fucking thought I wouldn't catch you double-crossing me? Ha, you sleazy fuck!" Dominic's loud, angry voice makes me jump.

There's a shiny, metallic object in his hand, which I quickly realize is a large knife.

"Sir, I'm sorry, it won't happen again. It was a big mistake, they said—"

"They said what?" Dominic slides the knife across the bottom of the man's chin, making the man scream in agony. "They couldn't have possibly been more terrifying than me?"

"They... they... threatened my family." The man tries explaining through his gritted teeth.

"Family, you say?" Even in the darkness of the room, I could see his cruel, detestable, disturbing smile in a permanent sinister snarl. "Wife? Daughters? Mistresses? I'll fuck those whores until they're bleeding to death all because you don't understand loyalty in this gang."

I cover my mouth with both my hands to mute the heavy breathing and sudden gasps involuntarily emerging from my throat.

Cold chills run down my spine, his words are chillingly paralyzing. Cruel doesn't come close to explaining any of this.

I should leave, I should run out before he catches me but my eyes aren't the only things glued to the scene, so are my feet.

"Sir! Please!" The man begs for his life.

My heart is aching for this man.

Dominic slides the knife down the side of the man's cheeks, bashing out blood. He does the same thing to the man's arms, legs and slowly hovers it over the man's chest.

Beads of sweat is pouring down the sides of my face, the adrenaline in my body is at an all time high, yet I can't look away.

He plunges the sharpened knife into the man's chest, so deep that only the dark, black handle of the knife is now visible.

In his intense silence he somehow screamed with his whole body. The man's eyes wide with horror, his mouth rigid and open, his chalky face gaunt and immobile.

The scream made my whole body stiff. It made the hair strands on every part of my body stand up straight. It was the loudest, most piercing scream I had ever heard.

Dominic stands there, with an ominous smile on his face. He's enjoying this to a disturbing extent.

"Awe, does that hurt?" He asks with a mocking grin on his face.

"Would you do me the honours of giving me my favourite weapon, Lenny?"

"Sure, Sir." Lenny's voice appears to be coming from the darkest part of the room to which my eyes haven't adjusted yet.

Lenny? Lenny's here? I couldn't even see him. But I did see an arm emerge from the darkness to hand Dominic a something.

No way... that can't be...

I rub my eyes a couple of times, but the weapon shines as bright as the silver moon against a dark sky.

It's a machete. It's a whole machete.

My heart stops. What... what is he going to do with that... what is he...

"Sir, you don't have to do this! Please! It will never happen again!" The man is reduced to sobbing tears.

"Have I ever given anyone a second chance? What makes you think I'll give you one?"

"My family..."

"They'll pay too. Remember what I said? Any wives, daughters or mistresses, I'll fuck them until they're spilling blood out of their pussies." Dominic's voice is roaring in anger.

My ears felt like they are about to start bleeding from what I just heard. I lean over, using the wall as a support system so I don't throw up from all this.

"Any last words?" Lenny asks.

"You're a heartless demonic beast, Dominic Belcastro. And you'll die the death of a beast with no one to cry for you. That is the most pitiful and miserable way to go." There's venom in that man's words. It's as if he's placing a witch's hex on Dominic.

There's a superstition that many south and East Asians, as well as many Middle Eastern's believe in: the wishes of a dying man can be deadly as it can quickly become reality for the living.

Dominic only chuckles, unaffected by the man's comments. "Yeah, yeah, whatever the fuck you say, you son of a bitch."

Dominic raises up his machete. My eyes widen and before I could think to do anything, he brings it down in one swift motion.

"Stop!" I scream as I push open the door but it was too late.

Blood spews across the room, even managing to splatter across my clothes and specks on my face.

As I take in the scene in front of me, horrified wouldn't even describe it.

The man's head slowly hits the ground with a loud thud and rolls towards me.

I scream so loud, I thought I went deaf from hearing it. There is a scream from deep within that forces its way from my mouth, it is as if my terrified soul has unleashed a demon.

My feet scramble to stand against a wall, trying to support myself.

My stomach lurched at the sight of the head detached from the body. I'm choking on the vile stew forcing its way out of my mouth. I'm paler than a sheet of paper and lathered in sweat. I wipe away the bile dripping from my chin. I heave and heave until there was nothing but an empty pit in her gut.

"What in actual fuck are you doing here?" Dominic asks, angrily.

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A/N: this scene was actually tough to write. I had it envisioned in my head but putting it into words was so much harder!

Next Update: Sunday, October 20, 2019.