T R I G G E R W A R N I N G
G O R Y C O N T E N T &
S E V E R E T O R T U R E

N E X T morning, Angelica and Alexander took hasty showers. Gobbling their breakfast in a rush before stepping down into the basement. Angelica was dressed a fitted black silk slip dress. Her curled loosely, a dark rep lipstick coating her plump lips. The diamond necklace in her neck, shining blindly. She was ready to torture her adopted parents whilst dressed in the finest of clothes. Her face, stoic as she wrapped her hand around Alexander's. Enjoying the silence and resonance of the sound of her shoes hitting against the marble floor.

"I shall leave Arnold to you. The other two, they're mine," Angelica turned to Alexander.
Her voice, soft and calm.
"As you wish my lovely angel!" He kissed the crown of her head.
The two silently turned around the long corridor of their basement. Coming infront of the large door behind which sat their prisoners.

"One. Two. Three". Alexander whispered.
Opening the door to the dimly lit room. All three of them tied to chairs. Their heads leaned back, as they all slept. Fear stricken faces with tear stains covering their cheeks. It was obvious, they were scared for themselves. Which is how it should have been. After all, today was their last day.

"Wake up!" Alexander hit the walls with a large wooden stick.
A loud thumping sound, reaching their ears. Arnold and Karen, sitting awake immediately. Gulping hard on seeing Angelica and Alexander infront of them. The minimal lighting added shadows to their faces, making them look extremely grim.

"Wake up you bitch!" Angelica slapped Melissa with the back of her hand.
The redness that spread, providing her with warmth.
"Turn the lights on darling. I need to see their faces as I torture them!" Angelica smiled at Alexander.
Who simply nodded, turning on the large ceiling lights. The room immediately lighting up. Causing Arnold, Karen and Melissa to squint their eyes.

Alexander dragged over a plush chair, taking a seat on it, pulling Angelica into his lap with one fluid motion. Loving the reaction that they were getting from her parents. Angelica smiled, giving Alexander a sensual, open mouthed kiss, staining his lips red.

"Let's deal with them before we head up to our own bedroom!" Angelica softly bit his earlobe.
Leaving a kiss on his throat. Standing up immediately. Smirking at their horrified faces, Angelica walked on over to Melissa first.

"You mother's precious, haven't exactly been the best sister. Now have you? And I don't think its fair to kill you now is it?" Angelica tilted her head.
Her obsidian painted nails, dug into her jaw as Angelica gripped her face.
"Answer me!" She spoke, slowly.
Emphasising each word that left her mouth.
"N-No it isn't!" Melissa cried.
Tears spilling from her wide eyes.

"I agree. I think your life is already pretty miserable. But I can't let you leave unscathed. You tortured me mentally for years! You fucking trusted someone over your 'sister'. And you shall have to pay for it all!" Angelica spoke.
Her voice, laden with a crisp anger and venom. As she walked slowly to the large wall with all kinds of torturing devices, she gripped the wrench. Walking back to Melissa.

"You always prided yourself about your slender fingers right? How they were your best feature and all? I guess I should take that away from you!" Angelica hit the chair with the back of the wrench.
"No. P— please no!" Melissa struggled against the chair.
On the verge of peeing her pants.
"You've lasted longer than Jacob. But the whining is getting annoying! Xander my love could you grab be a gag ball please?" She turned to her husband.
Who simply nodded his head. Getting off of the chair with a royal demeanour. He grabbed the black metallic ball.

Angelica smiled, kissing his cheek in thanks, forcing the gag ball inside her mouth. Tying the chain around her head.
"Let's get to business then!" Angelica smiled.
Ignoring the pleads of mercy from the other two. She grabbed Melissa's hand. Placing each finger, individually inside of the wrench, twisting it and breaking her bones. Melissa's cry that was muffled brought her nothing but peace.

Melissa felt a warm wetness under her dress. The fear had gotten too much. The pain exceeding it all. Her heart burned and ached. She could feel the life full of pain ahead. She rather, Angelica killed her. But she knew mercy would not find its way into the heart of Angelica. After all that she had been put through by them.

Tears spilled from her eyes as hopelessness gripped her heart and mind. A running image of the dark life she would now lead, running through her mind. In her game to be the best, and prove herself to the society, she had lost her family. And now she would be losing everything that remained.

"Your fingers now really do look like an abstract piece. Crooked and all. You can thank me later!" Angelica kissed her cheek.
The malicious intent in her eyes, had Melissa even more fearful about the future.

"Now, shall we turn to mommy?" She looked at Karen.
Glad that Melissa's cries had finally stopped. Her sister was taking the pain like any 'lady' would. Silently and without a fight.

"Listen Angelica I– we can talk this out. It doesn't have to be this way". Karen tried to negotiate.
Holding on to the last bit of her wits. Her statement though, had Angelica laughing at her delusional state.
"Never mother! There shall be no negotiations. You're too late for that!" Angelica smiled.
Walking to Alexander and grabbing the glass of wine he had poured himself from him. Taking a large gulp. Her tounge running over her teeth as she walked slowly to the large wall of torturous instruments once again. Gripping the set of bejeweled knives that she loved very much.

"I think I want you to go out like your darling Jacob did!" Angelica bent infront of her.
Using the dagger to cut her dress. The satisfying sound of cloth being ripped filled her ears. Angelica on purpose slid her hand. Cutting through Karen's thigh lightly. A trickle of blood falling down on her toned thigh.
"Does it hurt mother?" Angelica looked at Karen with child like innocence.
"Should I go in more deeper?" Angelica thought out loud.

"N—No. Please forgive me!" Karen cried.
Breaking her facade of calmness. Angelica laughed, digging the dagger deeply into her thigh.
"You can't beg for mercy! After killing so many people!" Angelica gripped her chin tightly.
Leaving the dagger in her thigh, grabbing a small pocket knife, she cut her wrinkled cheek. The gash, immediately allowing blood to fall. Arnold crying out at seeing the monstrosity.

"I'm getting bored. This has gone on for too long. I think, your time has come". Angelica rolled her eyes.
Grabbing her most favourite dagger, she threw it, angled at Karen's chest. The dagger, landing right where her heart was supposed to be. Shattering her ribs and piercing her heart. Karen's body immediately tilted forward. Still held up due to the fact that her body was tied.

Her face becoming drained of blood as it now seeped out of her wound. Her eyes dimming.
"Have fun in hell!" Angelica whispered in the dead woman's ear.
Walking to Alexander. Smiling at him as he handed her anti septic wipes to clean her hands.

She looked at a terror stricken Melissa. Whose eyes were frozen on the dead body of her mother.
"Now Arnold. I promised Alexander he could kill you. So Melissa get ready to enjoy the show!" She giggled.
Kissing Alexander, wishing him good luck as she took a seat in one of the chairs.

Alexander dragged a chair right infront of Arnold. The sound of the metal scratching against the cemented floor. He sat down infront of him, unbuttoning his shirt and rolling up the sleeves. Gripping a small gun in his hands. He dragged it across his face. Spitting at him.

"Now, tell me you fucking asshole, what did you do to my parents? They gave you what you wanted. Yet you had the audacity to murder them?" Alexander looked at him.
His face blank of any emotion.
"I'm really sorry. I– I should not have done what I did. Please for– forgive me!" Arnold plead.
"Wrong answer!" Alexander shot his feet.
Erupting a painful groan from his mouth.

"Now I will continue to add holes in your body until you give me a reply!" Alexander punched him in the gut.
"Its just— they planned to part ways. To start their own company. They had stolen my–" he was cut off.
A bullet landing in his stomach.
"You lie. You stole their idea. You stole their hardwork! You had them fucking rape my mother before killing her. You made it seem like an accident! But they were fucking alive. And you took them hostage!" Alexander roared.
His chest hurting as he thought about his wonderful parents. Hurting, but doing anything to make sure he remained safe.

Alexander shot him in his thigh. Grabbing a knife, he tore open his clothes.
"I promised them. They would have your heart!" He looked at him darkly.
Grazing his chest lightly.
"But first, your dick has got to go! You're a messed up bastard for wanking to the video of your adopted daughter being molested!" Alexander screamed.
His eyes holding mere disgust.

"WHAT!" Angelica was shocked.
Tears falling from her eyes. The littlest of guilt that she had, leaving her. As she urged Alexander to continue. He passed her a small smile, digging the dagger into his member. Twisting it around. Blood sputtering out.

Giving Arnold no time to recover, he cut open his chest. Painful screams falling from Aronld's mouth. Barely hanging on to the thread of life. He gripped the wrench Angelica had used. Smashing his ribs. Cutting his heart out of his chest. Using the same knife to hit him on the head. The blade, getting stuck in his skull. Arnold died instantly, the momentary pain, exceeding anything he had ever felt.

"I hope you meet the devil!" Alexander spat at him.
Smirking at a fainted Melissa. The shock had been too much for her. He guided Angelica to their bedroom for a shower. Knowing, he would soon be answering a list of questions.

THE ACTUAL FUG? I DIDN'T THINK I'D EVER TYPE SOMETHING THIS GORY EHJEEH

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