Torturing in the back alley

Lear POV

In the darkest back alley of a certain town in the blackest part of Marchen. A place ran after by the criminal of the criminals. The place has been left to rot for many years and without any renovations and with the worst living conditions, only the lowest of the hierarchy would live here, most of them consisted of criminals. The streets were inhabited by beggars. It was the perfect lawless zone for the corrupt empire, where even if someone is killed, no one would question.

I knock at a rotten wooden door in one of the buildings inside the alley. Once and then twice- still there were no answers. Then I started banging loudly.

“Conner I know you are inside! Open up now” I shout at the top of my voice. This shout could even attract the wrong sort of people, but I was not afraid of them since I trusted my fist more than their bodies.

The door knobs and turn and a young man with a goatee, wearing a vest opens up.

“Eh, who are you?” He asks in surprise.

I knock him down and enter the house while checking my surroundings. According to my information Conner lived alone in here, where there is no security. So even if he screams for help, the other people hearing him will never come to help in case they suffer the wrath of the assailant.

Conner opens his eyes. His limbs bound to a chair using a thick-nylon rope, I sat him in. A large piece of dirty cloth, that I found somewhere in the floor, gagging his mouth.

He started whimpering as soon as he saw me. He tried to say something but could not because of the cloth.

“Well well, you sure do have a lot of nerves to make me wait out there so long, you dirty peasant,” I say in an evil, threatening enough to knock him out of his senses; while slowly increasing the pitch of my voice word by word.

“One, two….ten. A total of ten nails for my little Johnny,” I say bringing out, to his horror a set of bloody and rusted pliers.

He whimpers out while thrashing as hard as he can while indicating that he was begging for mercy.

“Should I take this nail, or should I take this one,” I say while changing the position of ‘little Johnny’ from one finger to another.

“Or should I go for your tongue instead,” I slap him lightly on his cheeks.

Tears break out of his eyes as a sudden smell of ammonia invades the air. I move away from him in disgust with a smile on my face.

“But, I have decided to give you a chance,” I say giving him hope.

“I know you work in the Royal Theatres, I want you to deliver a certain item inside at a certain time. Can you do it?” I ask.

He tries to say something while tearing up but then realizes that his mouth his bound. He thinks of something and then nods.

“Very well you chose the good choice,” I say while removing his gag.

He knows very well no help will come even if he shouts so he doesn’t waste time shouting. Instead he looks at me with puppy eyes, absolutely unfitting for someone his age.

“What must I do my lord?” He asks humbly, still crying and his mouth messy with snot.

I indicate to him a black bag, to his greatest surprise and then give him all the details about where, when and how to deliver the bag. He probably thought that I was trying to transport something illegal inside. But never in his wildest dreams would he ever know that inside the bag was a portable sniper rifle. I can’t help but laugh out at his ignorance. Well even if he knew, someone as simple as him would never report it to the authorities, lest some sort of vengeance falls on him.

One week later

Lear POV

Sirens blew in the background as the entire theatre was in chaos. People were rushing out of the theatre in panic, pushing and pulling at each other. I took advantage of the chaos among the crowd and rushed out calmly. No one noticed that I was carrying a bag and I made sure to make some preparations that no CCTVs would capture my picture with the bag.

“What about Conner will you kill him now that your work is done?” Swind asks me when I call him to give a report that my assassination was successful.

“I might revel in torture and murder, but I don’t enjoy doing such to people who don’t deserve such. I only threatened him to make him work for me with his life on his line, since I am broke and will not be able to pay for his services.

Swind laughs in the distant microphone from his clinic.

“You even left me ignorant of your actual plan. And here I though you would have finished off all loose ends like a true murderer.”

I smirk since Swind was wrong. I am not like a true murderer. I am a murderer, a psycho and a sociopath who kills for fun. The only difference between me and a regular murderer is that I only kill those who deserve it; which I already told him before.