I sit back in my chair, listening to the screams of Arlo.

I'll admit I shouldn't be enjoying it as much as I should but there was a hit of

Nik was having a field day turning his annoyingly smug face into ground beef. Normally I'd hold back but I let Nik continue, knowing that this was the best way to get information out of that bastard. 

He screamed when Nik broke his nose.

I doubt anyone could hear us from the outside. Count on dad to have a bunker to torture people built just because it was easier than torturing them in some remote place. I remembered the times he used to brink Nik and I down here, making us watch as he didn't unspeakable things to people. Real father of the year material. Of course, what else did you expect. I've seen guns flat the skin off men till they begged for forgiveness and break fingers off each time someone lied to us. He was a hard core gangster. Dad knew how to make a man bleed with a blade and some psychological torture.

Skills that were now useful to us.

I watched as blood tricked from his nose and onto his shirt. His once coifed hair was a mess, strands clinging to his once handsome face. He glared at me with his one good eye.

I glanced up at the clock in the corner of the bunker. "I think he's hand enough, Nik. Let's give him a small break."

Nik scoffed and slammed his fist into his face once more. He made a disgusted sound, shaking off the blood from his knuckles.

One of our men who had stood in the corner patiently handed him a towel. The floor of the concrete bunker was flecked with blood. I didn't care if tracked bloody footprints all over the place. We could always have someone clean this place up later.

I got up and slid my jacket off, draping it over the back of the chair. It was a Christmas give from my mother, I didn't want to get it dirty with blood. I folded up my sleeves, exposing the knifes that I had strapped to my forearm. These were also a present, this time from Anya. Arlo's eyes widened at the sight of them. His eyes looked scared for a second before they were replaced with panic. Good, he was scared. These sharps were sharp after all, I always made sure they were or else what was the point of keeping them.

"Still not talking?" I asked, pulling up a stool across from him. I sat down, my leg crossed over the other so he could see my shoes. "You look like canned meat, Arlo. Sure you don't want to say anything? What would your father say if you ruined that face of yours? Think he would hire a plastic surgeon for you?"

He growled, baring his teeth at me like some animal.

"Fuck you!" He said. Arlo spat at my feet, a thick glob of blood landed on the tip of my shoes. I could've taken that shoe and beat him to death with it but I needed his alive for the meanwhile. But that didn't mean I couldn't maim him just a little. "Fuck you and your whole family too!"

"Yeah," I sighed. "We'll have to do this the hard way."

I nodded to Nik.

Nik was a guy with a boxers physique. Most people didn't think he packed anything underneath those oversized suits he wore but that man could knock you clean out before you could insult his mother. He wraps arm around around his neck, holding Arlo down. I could see him try to struggled but Nik had tied him down tightly.

I draw out one of my knifes. A single edged one with serrated edges. It had been recently sharpened and I knew that it could cut through bone while tearing the flesh around that area into bits. I've done it before. It's not that hard. You just have to ignore the blood and screaming—then things will get easier.

I grabbed his hand and placed it flat down on the table. Arlo knew what I was going to do next because he started to scream bloody murder.

"You fucker! You sick bastard!" He spluttered, his voice nearly hysterical. "You wouldn't dare! You wouldn't fucking dare, you son of a—!"

"Wouldn't I?" I asked, Pressing the blade against his index finger, applying gentle pressure. It's just a taste of what I'll do to him. "I know how you laughed about me behind my back. You think I'm soft. You think I'm just a fancy college boy with a degree."

"You—-"

I started to cut into his skin, drawing blood to the surface. It's easy to ignore his screams. "But you forget who my father is. And you forgot that he taught me skills that are particularly useful in dealing with insects like you." It's a gruesome sight. I sliced into him slowly, shearing through his skin with ease. Arlo is begging but the time I ripped through the muscles of his fingers and hit the bone, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

"What's the matter, Arlokins?" Nik says from behind me, the sneer on his lips clear in his voice. "Can't handle a little cut?"

"Fuck you!"

"That's the laziest insult I've ever heard." Nik kicked his chair. "Cmon, you've always had a big moth. Say something, you asswipe."

"He'll kill me!" He finally cries out. The knife is half way through, his blood pooling in the table. "You think I'll get anything if I talk! It won't matter, you fuckers!"

"How about your life?" I asked, carefully holding onto the handle of the knife. "If you don't consider your life precious than I might as well just take it, Arlo."

"Just stop!"

"Okay, Arlo," I smirk. I pulled the knife away and set it down on the table, my hand still holding the hilt. "Talk.......or you'll loose all your fingers instead of one."

"You'll pay for this, Farewell!"

"Talk!" I growled slamming the knife down and severing his finger.

Blood was all over the table, pooling closer towards me. I could see myself in its glassy red surface, my own face demonic in the reflection. The finger layer their useless as Arlo screamed like a trapped animal, he was almost inhuman.

"The Doctor!" He exclaimed, staring down at his bleeding and severed finger. "Dad is going after your little pet. Today. He has it all planned out!"

"What?" I felt my rage flare, my vision turning red at his words.

No! I could see Meera. Her soft smile and her bright eyes looking up at me. Her gentle hands holding mine, her voice whispering into my ear. My heart felt like it was being twisted from the inside out. My worst fear had come true.

He laughed at the expression on my face, "The Doctor with the glasses. The one who you chase after like a puppy. It's so fucking obvious!"

"You just made a huge mistake!"

I lifted the knife and slammed the edge down, severing the rest of his fingers from his hands. He cried and laughed at the same time, tears mixing with the blood on his face. I knew he was Crazy but this was the first time seeing him like this. Just what type of monster did Zoya create out of his own flesh and blood. He spat out a glob of saliva and blood that landed on my shoes."You think that we wouldn't notice!? We've had eyes on you for months!" he laughed hysterically. "You're one weakness is her. How careless of you, Ivan!"

I twisted the handled of the knife. "You don't know shit!"

"We know everything!" He grins a feral grin. "Tell me, Ivan. Do you think she'll be just as pretty once we chop her up into tiny little pieces? Or should we let our men have a turn with her before we—-"

He didn't get to finish that sentence. Nik slammed his find into his cheek, making his head turn in an awkward angle. His eyes were livid and he looked disgusted.

I grabbed onto the back of his shirt. "Step back, Nik." I said in a low voice.

"Nah. I think I'll kill him."

I got up and pushed Nik away. I wanted to kill him too, fuck the plan and everything else but the only thing that was holding me back was the fact that Meera was safe.  As long as she wasn't dead.

"Ivan!" Anya entered the bunker, her hair a mess and her face red from running. She looked pale and I knew from the phone in her shaking hands that it had something to do with Meera.

"Anya?" Nik looked up, hiding his knife and bloodstained hands behind his back. "What are you doing here?"

"Meera!" She gasped out. Anya took a step towards me, her phone still in her grasp. I'd never seen her so shaken up before. She placed my hands on my shoulder, not caring about the blood. Her fingernails dug into the material of my shirt like claws, threatening to draw blood. "Ivan, they have her. Zoya has Meera."

The phone rang, cutting her off. I saw Zoya's name and I was tempted to throw the phone agaisnt the wall. With trembling fingers, I answered the call.

"Put him on speaker," Anya said, her expression. Dark and deadly.

"Hello, Ivan." His voice was gravelly as if he had just smoked three cigarettes. "Dare to chat, dear boy?"

"Zoya."

"Is that anyway to greet——"

I grabbed Arlo by his hair and pulled his head back as hard as I could. He screamed in pain, gritting his teeth and trying to stay silent as my fingers tightened in his hair. His blood was all over the floor and on my hands but I could give less than a damn. The louder he screamed, the more I felt at ease. "You hear that, Zoya?" I said as my heart beat roared past my ears in a rush. "That's your son. And once I'm done with him, I'm going to do the same with you, you fucking cockroach!"

"Would you?" He asked as if his only son wasn't being tortured by us. His cavalier tone unnerved me. "Go ahead then. Kill him."

"Guess daddy doesn't care," Nik said, lifting the knife to his throat. I could see him thinking where to cut.

Personally, I'd have made him suffer but Nik liked to be thorough with someone. Nik placed the blade at the side of his throat, getting ready to draw a blood smile. I nodded at him.

"I-Ivan?"  Meera's voice rang out through the speaker.

"Nik, stop!" I grabbed his arm. 

"Ivan, are you there?" Meera asked. She sounded so tired.

I felt relief just hearing her voice. I leaned against the table, my hand clutching the phone to my chest. She was alive—thank fucking god. If they hurt her in any way I was going make sure than not a single one of them survived.

"Meera," I picked up the phone and turned around so the others couldn't see my face. "Did they hurt you? Are you okay?"

Meera had the audacity to laugh. I missed her laugh so much in the past few months. "Yeah. I'm okay. Just a little bruised. I took down three guys so it was totally worth it."

"How can you joke in this situation?" I chuckled, my chest tightening painfully.

"No, I'm serious. I kicked ass."

I smiled. "That's my girl."

"Are you fine?"

I sighed. How could she ask if I was okay in this situation? I wasn't okay, I was a mess. I was so scared of losing her. Meera had just come into my life. In such a short time she'd become apart of it, and now I was going to lose her because I couldn't protect her like I promised to.

"I'm sorry." I said, hoping she could hear me. "God, I'm so sorry."

"You apologize too Much, Ivan."

"I don't apologise enough. I'll get you out of there, okay," I said, clutching the phone. "Stay strong for me, sweetheart."

"Okay."

I heard a scuffle and she was gone. I didn't know if that was going to the be the last time that I would hear from her again. That thought made me feel like I swallowed dried ice, I felt numb on the inside.

I felt Anya's hand on my shoulder. I kept staring at the phone on my hand before placing it on the table. "Ivan?" She called out. "What are we—?"

"We're going to get Meera back."

"With what plan?" Anya asked.

"I have one." I stated, Looking at Arlo. "It's time we take the ports."