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02 | Think

The Irish Mafia?

A wave of curiosity and confusion washed over me. They've been off the grid for years. What the hell?

I mask my emotions and walk to the table on which tools for people like him were kept. Taking the prettiest knife, I twirl it around my fingers.

Moving closer to him, Jacob steps back and lets me have my fun. "So you're from The Irish mafia" My face void of any emotion. From the corner of my eye, I see Jacobs face contorted with confusion.

"Smart,"the guy comments, as he coughs. "You figured it out "he shakes his head with a little chuckle. 

"Tell me what you know about the kidnapping or the next hour your head is gonna be delivered in a silver platter to your family."my voice, low and dangerous. I trail the knife across his arm, leaving a line of blood. I kept applying pressure until he cried out because of the intense pain.  

Hearing the threat, His body tensed but he quickly composed himself.

"I don't have family," he grits out. "and I'm not scared of a little girl"

In a second, Jacob lands a powerful blow to his face. The guy groans and whimpers with his eyes squeezed shut.

"Watch who you speaking to " I say in a sing-song tune.

Keeping the knife back, I take my favorite. The blow torch. Turning it on, the flame glows orange and blue.

Walking to him, I crouch down so were at the same eye level.

"Tell me what you know or-" he cuts me off.

"-Or what you gonna hurt me little doll?" The bastard says, his voice steady and calm. When I don't say anything he starts laughing again.

This bitch. Nobody dares to cut me off because they know the consequence are worse than, plain and simple torturing.

When he stops laughing. He looks at me confused to why I haven't done anything. I smile sweetly. Nothing about the smile is good, it was cruel. Bringing the blow torch close to cut I made on his made.

The smell of burning flesh filled the room. He screamed, his voice breaking. Nothing about his pain filled me with remorse, I had been tortured to the point till I just forgot how to feel.

"I hope this teaches you to never cut me off," I lower the flame. "Tell me what you know" I demand with a calm yet dangerous voice.

A few minutes of screaming, he finally realises that I'm not gonna stop and gives in. "because you the PRINCESS" He screams, his voice filled with pain and agony.

Princess?

After hearing his answer, I finally turn the blow torch off. He coughs and pants with relief trying to catch his breath. His face was red, tears steaming down his face.

Before I could ask any further, I see a white pill stuck between his teeth. That's when I realised he planned to do this. Before I could react and stop, it's too late. He bites the pill, the white substance spreads in his mouth. Its cyanide." NO-

"Die in hell. YOU BITCH!" he screams, with vicious smile as he starts foaming in his mouth. His body starts to spasm, going into a seizure as his eyes roll back 

How the fuck did he manage to get that in here.

Never mind. At least, I got something out of him.

Sighing in a mixture of disappointment and annoyance, I look at the now dead man. "Get this cleaned up and maybe track his family down if he has any," I tell Jaocb. "If he doesn't just dispose off him"