CHAPTER I: SCENE - SUGAR & PAIN

Somewhere In Avalogue within Sin City

Things are just becoming heated at a residential area where a mansion stands in its finest grandeur. Defining its opulence, the marbled Corinthian column stood firm as the foundation. Bushes in mesmerizing Shapes are patterned in the lawn where a fountain stood amidst them all at the center. Crossed by the pathway leading to a big door frame where footsteps can be heard, thereby appeared a man, assumable that he was in his 40s as he lets out a loud roar of infuriation. With a single swoop of his foot, he swept off a baluster along with the expensive Cambodian Vase on top as it fell, and broke down into numbers of fragments followed by a loud clattering noise. His face in a deep flush of crimson as he turned to one of his men. "Get the car at once and tell the chauffeur to drive me to this location!"... He spoke in a loud and menacing tone, as his men nodded and rushed towards the door located on the other end of the hallway. He turned his head around the mess he made as he brought a cigarette into his mouth and took a deep whiff followed by a heavy exhale. "Damn that little shit. He is trying to get me into trouble with their mother. What a piece of hindrance they are"... He spoke to himself in a gravelly voice as the time seemed to warp down.

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Unkown Location - Somewhere in Sin City

Everything is pitch black. In hindsight, I was in a state of helplessness, I was knocked out, and I lost consciousness right after. I was about to make a run for it, but I wasn't aware of the other guy's presence at all. I could not hear anything other than the quiet and eerie atmosphere. Not long after, I hear footsteps approaching.

"Снимите мешок немедленно." (Remove the bag immediately) A voice of somebody oblivious could be heard, it's obviously laced with a Russian inflection mixed with a low and raspy growl. Hands appeared on my back as it hastily unfastened the rope and when the bag was pulled off, I find myself in an enclosed space with an old television and a stool. The floor was covered by a woolen mat with intricate patterns which I find hard to distinguish with the darkness that envelops the room and the faint brightness that came from the television screen. "Добро пожаловать в комнату фантазий «Фантасмагории»" (Welcome to the room of fun, "Phantasmagoria") I snapped my head towards the source of the voice, only seeing the lower half of his torso and when I slowly tilted my head up. He is nightmarishly tall, the tip of his head would almost touch the ceiling. He isn't one of the two I met earlier, his skin is pale, and he has the skin of a sexagenarian! Those eyes have a milky and cloudy appearance that glows against the faint brightness as it stares down at me. It made me want to scream, but my throat tightened in fear, restricting my vocal cords from making any sound. With how tall the old man is, it is not too surprising that he had a cane with one end enveloped by his wrinkled and veiny hands to support his balance. Beside him is a man with a wry smirk, he smells like dread similar to the scent earlier at the brothel which effortlessly revealed that he was my second abductor. A few years of studying forensic science, we study olfactics to determine the scents people emanate to easily memorize our suspects. This is nothing different, at all. My heartbeat slowly de-escalated thanks to the ugly man right beside what I assume was the head of the Bohemian clan. I spoke right inside my head, unaware of the small and nasty smile I made.

Well would you look at that, I can exactly read your mind boy and do not think for a second that I will let you get away with it. Bullet thought as he cleared his voice. "Well, now that you are awake maylsh let me give you a briefing since I assume that a foreigner like you may not have any idea what the old man was blabbering about. Who you are facing right now is none other than Vegil Petrevoch Bohemian, the head of the Bohemian Clan, and I am Bullet Ivanov. You know why you are taken captive right?" He speaks with a deceitfully friendly tone to which I scoffed, "Of course I do, and if you are planning to extract the truth through torture, it will not work as I have steeled my resolve" I spoke, and that's when Bullet let out a boisterous laugh. His voice echoed around the quiet room as he tried to regain his composure, "Oh, what a stubborn youth you are indeed. Of course, we have already predicted that you'll keep resisting" Bullet spoke in the same annoying tone as he turned to Vegil. "У нас нет выбора, кроме как продолжить, босс Вегил." (We have no choice but to proceed, boss Vegil) he spoke with excitement, his eyes narrowing into slits as he clenched his fists. He looked at Vegil with an eager look, similar to a kid that was begging their parents for a toy they want as a gift. This is my golden opportunity. If the boss agrees to commence the torture, I will just whip this boy's back until he meets his demise. If they question it, I could just reason that he died before the dose even had taken effect!

Bullet thought darkly as Vegil turned to him and when he did, Vegil's expression changed. Narrowed eyes, straight eyebrows, a very huge frown. He even moved his shaky hand to scratch his face multiple times with those sharp nails to the point that blood started oozing out of his skin. "Если ты когда-нибудь сделаешь какую-нибудь глупость, я разорву тебя на части." (attempt doing stupid things and I will tear you, limb-by-limb) He spoke as Bullet's expression hardened, he never felt fear before. But when he saw the boss' face, the murderous expression met him and he was forced to look down in submission. Vegil turned around as silence dragged in, "Ты знаешь, что делать, Пуля." (You already know what to do, Bullet) He spoke before he opened the door and closed it behind him, followed by a sharp creak.

It was clear that the boss was unhappy with him, and one sign is he was not giving Bullet any chance to say anything. "Да, босс" (Yes sir) He still spoke anyways, as he turned around to face me. His expression can be described as if he was a kid that is witnessing their parents being killed right infront of them. Widened eyes, straight lips, raised eyebrows. this time, it was devoid of emotion yet I could feel the hidden bloodlust right beneath that exterior. He pulled something from his pocket, brought it out and exposed it which in revelation was a handkerchief. "Sugar and spice, and pain might suffice. Welcome to the Blithe Room kid" Bullet spoke, his blank tone dripping with a sadistic and bloodthirsty intent. What the hell is happening?? My last thoughts before the painful torture begins.

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