Retribution isn't advised, it's necessary

Ronan sat back in his black leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, and a cigarette dangling between two fingers. His men were spread out behind him. Blaze was behind the perpetrators, kneeling before Ronan with black masks covering their faces.

The girls were all safe and well; they were taken to the hospital, and their families had been anonymously notified about their whereabouts. Those without families or in difficult circumstances would be taken to a safe house somewhere off the grid where they would receive therapy, round-the-clock protection and a place to create new and happy memories.

He nods once, and Blaze rips the masks off the men. Their hands are tied in front using thick ropes, and their knees are shattered thanks to Luca. They have been identified as Jay Walter and Daniel Smith.

“Do you have any idea how much you cost us?” Jay asks in his American accent.

“Enlighten me.”

“1.3 Million Dollars,” Daniel hissed.

Ronan stared at the man unimpressed, “Cry me a river. Build a bridge. Get on the Bridge. Jump down into the river. And drown.”

Blaze masked his laugh with a cough while the rest of his men snickered. Jay and Daniel look at Ronan incredulously, “Do you have any idea who we are, boy? We’ll have your organisation shut down and your head on our garden fences.”

Ronan rolled his eyes dramatically. These two men were laughing now, but they’ll be crying tears of blood in less than a minute.

“Ever heard of Ronan Knight?”

The colour drains from Daniel and Jay’s faces at the speed of light, “W-w-what are you talking about?”

They look around as if the sky would open up and a bolt of lightning would strike them, or worse, the floor would open up and Lucifer would pop out ready to drag them to the depths of Hell. But, Ronan and Lucifer had a mutual agreement: first, Ronan would torture them on Earth and then Lucifer would have the pleasure of carrying it on for the rest of eternity on their souls.

“You’re looking at him,” Ronan says menacingly.

He gets up slowly and stalks towards the cowering men, like a panther waiting for the exact moment to pounce on his prey.

“Beg for mercy all you want. You’re not going to get it,” he says simply as he walks over to the table and drags his finger on the flat side of the knife that was sitting there, along with other torture instruments.

Ronan picks up the knife, which looks like a meat knife that belongs in Gordon Ramsey’s kitchen, but Ronan isn’t going to use that. Using something as big as that would be too quick, no. He wants their deaths to be painfully slow; the more they scream, the better.

“What do you think, Blaze? What would be good for our friends here?” Ronan turns to Blaze.

“Ah, you know my methods, Ron. I’m more of a break each of their fingers until the bones are dust and then rip their nails off,” Blaze shrugs.

“Hmm. Interesting. What about you, Luca?”

“You know me, mate,” Luca says in his Aussie accent, “String these guys up and beat ‘em senseless.”

“Marco, any input?”

Marco moves his glasses up with a long finger before looking at Ronan, “Butcher them,” he replies in his Italian lilt, his deep voice filled with barely contained rage.

Jay and Daniel looked like they would either pass out or throw up; either way, they looked deathly pale, which Ronan took immense pleasure in. He picked up the butcher’s knife and crouched in front of Jay.

“Right then, you are going to tell me exactly who you work for or else…” he emphasised his point by digging the knife into Jay’s groin, but made sure not to apply too much pressure to cause harm.

“I-I-I don’t know… n-n-never seen his face j-just heard his voice,” he trembles pathetically.

“Well, what did he fucking sound like then?”

“Russian. P-please don’t hurt me,” Daniel started to cry.

Ronan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. It takes every ounce of his strength not to cut out Daniel’s tongue like he had with Rebecca. The child was dead because of these pathetic excuses for men, and now he was going to make sure that they suffered tenfold for what they put those innocent girls through.

Rachel would never be the same because every time she looks at herself in the mirror, she sees Rebecca, her dead twin sister. Ronan opens his eyes, and the fire lit in them threatens to set the entire world ablaze and incinerate all the pedophiles in the world. His hands shot out and wrapped around Jay and Daniel’s throats, close to crushing their windpipes as both men turned an alarming shade of purple.

“Wait, Ron! Russian. You don’t think these two are talking about…?”

Ronan snapped out of his haze of anger and dropped the two men before turning to Blaze. His chest was heaving with barely contained rage, and he ran a hand down his handsome face.

“It’s possible. Get the recording and have them identify it. If it is him, then I’m going to enjoy the chase.”

Blaze nods once and goes to get the recording they have of their suspected ringmaster. Once Marco had set up the recording box, he played the audio for Jay and Daniel to identify.

“Y-yeah. T-that’s what he sounded like,” Daniel rasped. Jay still couldn’t talk as he was still coughing and sputtering.

Ronan’s muscles tensed, but he nodded once, “Good.”

“Will you let us go now?” Jay wheezed.

“Sure, sure I will,” Ronan smirked, baring all his teeth, “Blaze, cut out their tongues.”

Blaze whooped in joy before going to the table and picking up a carving fork and knife. “Open wide, boys,” he smiles sadistically.

When Jay and Daniel refused to open their mouths, Blaze nodded to two other burly men, Reece and Angel. Reece grabbed Jay and pried his mouth open, whereas Angel pressed a hand down on Daniel’s collar, causing the bone to make a cracking noise and Daniel to scream bloody murder.

Blaze took that as an opportunity to stab Daniel’s tongue with the carving fork and then use the knife to slowly slice into it. Daniel screamed in agony and tried to thrash, but Angel’s hold was like a vice. Once both Jay and Daniel’s tongues were cut out, and they were starting to choke on their blood, Ronan stepped back.

“I think it’s time we bring the ladies out to play,” he says as he sits back down on his chair.

“With pleasure, boss,” Angel smirks and goes to bring them.

Jay and Daniel look at each other and then at Ronan, confused, blood dribbling down their chins, and their eyes glassy with pain and exhaustion. 5 minutes later, two Lionesses, Nala and Savannah, come walking into the room, flanking either side of Angel.

“Hello, your highnesses,” Ronan greets as they sit on either side of him.

Jay and Daniel look as though they were going to crap themselves. Nala let out a small, ominous moan, whereas Savannah’s eyes were on the two men.

“These two decided to kidnap and assault little girls, and because of them, one is dead. What do you propose we do with them?”

As if they both understood, Savannah looked as though she was ready to pounce, and Nala let out a low growl. They waited for Ronan’s signal before they unleashed their terror. He gave a small nod, and both lionesses pounced on the men. They tore into both of them, ripping them to shreds until it looked like a bloody massacre until the only thing that was left was carcasses.

Blood dripped down both Nala and Savannah’s chins, and their pupils were dilated, making them look even more terrifying. But Ronan had been raising them since they were cubs and knew no matter what, they would never hurt him.

“Good girls,” he praised, bowing his head slightly.

The rest of his men followed suit, also tilting their heads in respect for the two regal creatures before them. They went up to Ronan and acted like little kittens as they curled up against him.

“Thank you for your help,” he says softly as he pets both Lionesses.

They both go back to their own space in the garden, which he had turned into a sanctuary for them.

“Arrange for a cleanup crew,” he says to Blaze.

“Where are you off to?”

“Somewhere that brings me peace.”