The blood dripping on the cold concrete floor was the only thing that could be heard in the dark room.

All of Althea's men stood a few feet away... even her right hand man, Valdos. They knew the monster in her was out and it was her time to play.

They were only making sure they wouldn't be another number in the list of casualties.

Before Althea, sat a man in his mid-thirties with greasy brown hair. The man's face had lost all it's discernible qualities an hour ago. Now all his face revealed were bruises, cuts, swollen parts and blood covered skin.

And it wasn't only the man's face that had received the force of the attack; his hands had fractures, his arms supporting multiple broken bones and his legs had 2nd degree burns on it.

All of this masterpiece was done by Althea. She hadn't even let any of her people touch the man. Sometimes she agreed to share but it had been too long since she had satiated the blood crazed monster that resided inside her.

This pleasure was all hers. She wasn't sharing this time.

Althea twirled the short blade in her right hand and the deep red colour of the fresh blood glinted under the single bulb of fluorescent light above them.

She brought the blade to a clear spot on the man's torso. The only objection the man could make was to wheeze out a weak breath before Althea, in an agonisingly slow process, brought the knife down on his skin.

It broke the surface as it went down and created a deep gash. The tip of the blade didn't go in deep enough to damage something vital but Althea watched the blood oozing out of the wound.

She had been doing this long enough that she knew just how much damage she could do to her victim and still keep him alive to enjoy torturing him more.

The man let out a pained scream deep in his throat as Althea kept cutting the gash. The scream was muffled and it didn't contain those initial desperate notes it once held when they were just starting and this made Althea a little disappointed.

But she couldn't blame the man. After all that screaming, no one could expect his vocal cords to be the same.

Althea took the knife away after she was satisfied with her artwork on the man's chest and then placed the knife on the table next to her.

She had taken off her blazer and rolled the sleeves of her white shirt up to her elbows. Her knuckles had cuts and bruises from dealing blows on the man.

Some people liked having their people do these tedious process for them. Not Althea.

Some people liked wearing gloves or using instruments to torture instead of administering the pain themselves. Well Althea liked using a variety of ways.

And some people... some people were just too pure to have blood on their hands. That was the opposite of Althea.

She quickly pulled back her right arm and punched the man on his jaw. His head swung left and then rolled down. His chin was touching his torso like he was too tired or worn out to hold his head up.

Althea tightly gripped the man's brown hair and pulled his head back. Then she rained down punch after punch on the man's face. She lost her control and didn't stop until a crunch sound was heard, indicating a nose or a cheekbone was broken and the drowned out sounds of screams could not be heard anymore.

She let the man's face go and it rolled backwards in his unconsciousness. She hadn't killed him, she was close to it, but had stopped before killing him. He had just passed out from the pain.

With his head bent backwards and the white fluorescent light directly above him, shining down on his face, Althea could see what her monster had turned the man into.

His face was mashed up, the nose was pointing at an oddly wrong direction, his cheek had a dent in it and not a single speck of skin that didn't have blood covering it could be seen.

She stood two steps away admiring her work, letting her monster have this moment as she caught her breath. None of her men in the room dared to breathe too loudly after the show she had put up in front of them.

They were scared if they made a loud noise she would turn her wrath on them.

In the fear filled cold room's silence, the darkness inside of Althea twisted and turned deep in her gut. It was satisfied at her work. The monster was only happy at these moments. Any other time, it would eat her inside out and threaten to consume her with it's pitch black nothingness.

Althea turned away from the unconscious man. She didn't like to play when they were unresponsive.

Althea walked towards Valdos who was looking at her like he was trying to read her. She didn't like his over analysing looks after her job and she would normally punch him for worrying for her sanity.

But she couldn't punch her right hand man in front of the other men. Not after her right hand man had done an excellent job at stopping a man from interfering with one of her shipments anyways.

Val handed Althea her blazer and she took it from him. After putting it on, she took out a cigar from her pocket and lit it up.

Taking a deep breath in to her lungs from the cigar, her eyes locked with Valdos'. The two had been together so long that they didn't have to speak to understand each other. He had witnessed so many shit go down with her that Val knew not to ask anything unless Althea was ready to talk to him.

So he simply nodded his head both to mean he wouldn't pry into whatever it was that was going inside her head and that he would take care of what she had left behind of the man she had been torturing.

Althea blew out the smoke and turned around to walk out of the dark gloomy room. Nothing accompanied the sound of her footsteps as she left her men to deal with the aftermath of her handiwork.

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Hi 😍

So a dark chapter huh? I just realised there is no speech dialogue whatsoever in this chapter. 😂

Anyways tell me whether you found this chapter disturbing or enjoyable.

I know it tells a lot about me as a person when I say writing these chapters come easy to me. 😁

Thanks for reading lovelies.

Love,
Blake 💙