Till Death Do us Apart - Episode 11&12

 

TILL D£ATH DO US APART

Till Death Do us Apart - Episode 11&12

(The•Devil•I•Loved)

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[Hellfire Brothel]

Mobsters gathered around, covering the room like bees.

Bradshaw knew he has been cornered, but his composure stayed raw, unfazed.

His eyes zoomed on Bobby's neck where the dead mosquito lay, and when he saw a little bloodstain, he lifted his eyes to meet Bobby's.

"I must commend your boldness, takes a lot of courage to stamp your own death warrant." Bobby clapped twice, pushing Wendy's body away from the table.

The dead boby fell and rolled down the end of the floor.

Bobby climbed the table, taking her place and sitting on it.

"Is Monika bored these days? So much that she sent you to your death for entertainment?" He continued, taking a bottle of alcohol and chugging directly from it.

"You mightn't know, but I'm sensitive than anybody, so your little mosqui-show was ass." He continued, feeling slightly dizzy.

 

Bradshaw's eyes still didn't leave the bloody spot of the dead mosquito on Bobby's neck.

"You have no idea what's already happening to you, do you?" He muttered, meeting Bobby's eyes for the second time.

Bobby dropped the bottle back on the table, and his eyes went to that spot on his neck too.

"The bloodsucker didn't bite you, so it didn't inject the poison into you, but you killed it on your neck, and it's blood touched your skin. You'll feel so sick to the bones these few coming days, and you'll beg for death yourself." Bradshaw smiled, and Bobby's eyes widened a bit.

He didn't have to order the mobsters before they moved. They went after Bradshaw, blocking all exits.

They're twenty, against Bradshaw alone, but Bradshaw wasn't just a gangster. He's rawly skilled, and that rode his confidence.

He fought heads-on with the brutal crowd of mobsters, drawing combat knives and poisonous fighting weapons from under his jacket.

Tiny spikes rammed the wall, blades flew around like kites, hooks carpeted the ground aggressively.

Clattering metallic sounds.

Killing him would be easy, but Bradshaw isn't meant to be killed. He's meant to be captured which isn't a piece of cake. He's too good.

While the fight is happening, Bobby is still with the table—beside it.

He's already feeling it in his bones—the predicted sickness.

His eyes are rotating in their sockets, and everywhere in the room is blurred in his sight.

He felt his blood boiling inside.

He sweated bowlfuls in one minute, his eyes changed colour to awful red.

The sound of the ongoing fight played like a tortuous sequence in his head, but he has never been the type to kneel to the enemy.

Obstinately, he staggered to the center of the room where the hot fight is unfolding.

Bradshaw is wounded—on the tummy and chest, and he already killed a mobster successfully.

Bobby ordered the remaining 19 mobsters to stand down, and a savage exchange of blows happened between him and Bradshaw.

Bradshaw expected he'd have the upper hand cos of Bobby's current condition, but that was a lie.

If anything, the sickness made Bobby stronger, cos he returned every blow with two, plus extra.

His lips bled, and he licked his own blood, laughing as he returned the blows without letting them go cold.

His blow collided with Bradshaw's own, and their knuckles cracked rhythmically, both staggering back.

Bobby pulled his gun to fire, but the moment he aimed, his eyes blurred again, and Bradshaw took over.

He pulled his gun too, but before he could reach the trigger, Leonardo bursted into the room through another one of the multiple doors.

"Shit!" Bradshaw spat, throwing a tear-inducing smoke bomb.

He escaped with the smokes, but the mobsters followed through the smokes too, chasing him out.

Bobby gave up to his sickness, but before he could fall, Leonardo caught him securely.

"You damn piece of junk!" He scolded, checking out his neck.

Bobby smiled weakly in his arm. "I knew you'd come, brother." 

He passed out completely, and Leonardo scanned the room. His eyes caught Wendy's body at the corner.

Three of the mobsters came back to report after few minutes...

"Bradshaw escaped." 

"Arrest the bouncers who were on duty at the black main door tonight, send them to the clan Gravehood, I'm executing them myself." Leonardo ordered, eyes blazing.

"On it, sir." They chorused.

They took the body of their dead co-mobster out of the room, but Leonardo called the last one back.

"Take her body," he instructed, referring to Wendy's body. "Bath her with conc bleach, and dump her in front of the orphanage Bobby took her from five years ago." 

That mobster dragged Wendy's body out of the room immediately.

Leonardo looked at Bobby's unconscious face again, and his face twisted with both concern and rage.

"Guess your laying low period is finally over, Monika..." He muttered.

--

[House Of Esposito, Roses Sanctuary]

When Lissa returned, she met her mother Penny with Don Anthony and Donna Felicia, talking about business like she expected.

Her heels announced her presence even before she got to them.

"Isn't Lissa growing prettier and prettier?" Felicia commented.

"You can say that again. She definitely took after me. It'd be a sin if she didn't inherit any of my striking features." Penny said proudly.

"When Violent Vera was alive, she treated her like her like Leonardo's twin, her excellence ain't surprising." Anthony commented too.

The mention of VV made Felicia shift slightly on her seat.

"Thanks for the compliment, Don. You have no idea how much I love hearing my name and Leo's name in one sentence. I'll pour you a drink." Lissa said and lifted the bottle of wine with a little smile.

"You should try taming him, don't you think?" Felicia suddenly said.

There was silence on the table for a painful minute.

"Felicia..." Anthony cautioned, his smile thinning.

"Tame who? Leo?" Lissa chuckled. "He's uncrackable, and I still value my friendship with him, so I'll keep it as sacred as it is. Leo is actually sexier being heartless."

"I'm talking about taking your relationship to the next level, Lissa. I mightn't be his biological mother, but I'm still his mother, and looking out for my kids is my priority. You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of seeing him say I DO to you on the alter." Felicia said.

"Felicia..." Anthony cautioned again.

"Donna is right. I mean...a marriage between the most feared mafia clan and the richest billionaire family, it'd shake the world. I've been looking forward to it, too." Penny chirped in immediately, looking expectant.

"We're not here to talk marriage, keep it off the table." Anthony frostily said, and silence descended in the sanctuary.

"Mum, I understand the impatience of you and Donna, but I and Leo took the blood oath to remain friends forever, so listen to the Don, and keep marriage off the table." Lissa said.

She has finished pouring wine for Anthony, so Anthony cleared his throat and drank.

Penny made low dissatisfied sounds before speaking.

"The thieves, what's gonna be happening to them?"

"Leo will take care of them and will definitely find the parcel sender, he'll decide their fate. There are other important things to sort like getting back our hooked goods from the Albernians, forming an alliance with the Chinese mafia to free the stuck shipments in Hong Kong, or looking for Monika's origin. There's a whole lot on the table, and the thieves aren't part of it." Anthony said.

"Now that you talked about Monika, what's that poison witch up to these days? She has been unusually quiet." Penny mumbled.

As if planned, Island rushed into the sanctuary, carrying a bad news.

"Bobby got hit by Monika's gangster at the brothel!"

"Speak of the witch!" Penny spranged up instantly.

She was the first to rush out of the sanctuary.

Lissa followed Island out too.

"Glad you got my message, and I'm glad you punished the thief accordingly, Lissa." Island said.

Lissa stopped for a second, glancing back with disgust in her eyes.

"You spy for me doesn't mean you get to talk to me or call my name as you wish, are you mad?" She glared.

Island's eyes widened.

"I...I mean... Miss Lalissa." She s

stuttered.

Lissa stepped closer, Island stepped back quickly, trembling skittishly till she hit the wall.

"You made another mistake, slave. Lalissa is for my mum and the useful people close to me, Issa is for Leo alone, but lowly things like you only get to call me Lissa." She said softly.

Island quickly fell on her knees. "I'm sorry once again, Miss Lissa. It won't happen again!"

"Go drown yourself in the clan river, and you mustn't be rescued till you faint. Have a guard film it, and send me the video." Lissa ordered.

"What!" Island looked up, but Lissa was already walking away.

Her heels made sharp remarkable noises, and her hips swayed temptingly till she was out.

Island pinched herself, not even knowing how to stand from her knees, then she heard footsteps behind herself, and she spranged up to see Nino approaching.

"Could you please follow me to the river for a drown? Help me make a video of my fainting too." She requested quickly.

Nino didn't even act like he heard her. He walked past as nonchalantly as usual.

Island slammed her fist to the wall,so fuckin pained about that.

She really needs to upgrade in this clan. She has to go from a maid to a mobster and receive the dragon tattoo. That's the only way to escape this filth she's rolling in.

She left the corridor to go in search of a guard to help her.

Meanwhile, inside the sanctuary, Don Anthony and Donna Felicia are still present, looking like they're in a heated discussion.

"What's so wrong in suggesting Lissa and Leo's marriage? Why were you cautioning me? Isn't he old enough for marriage? We've discussed it a lotta times, Thony." Felicia insisted.

"He's a three in one, the alpha and omega of this clan. You're aware of the responsibilities resting on his shoulders, and the most sensible thing you could think of is marriage? Does he look like he wants to? Even if someday he wants to, does it look like I'll ever allow it? He wasn't made for any woman! Bobby can get as many women as he wants, but not Leo. Get Leo off the marriage topic, no woman deserves him!" Anthony insisted too, trying not to get mad.

Felicia sighed, softening up.

"I'm sorry, Thony. I know your rigid view about him, but I'm just frustrated. He never gives any space for me to get closer, almost like he doesn't even view me as a new mother, and I'm too desperate. He's our heir, but he hasn't even called me mother for once." She said.

Anthony placed a hand on her shoulder, drawing her close.

"I clearly told you it'd take time before he opens up to you. His connection with Vera is too deep, and it won't be easy to blur it. Buy more patience, and I'll do something to bring you both together very soon." 

"I look forward to it," Felicia smiled lightly as they exited the sanctuary.

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[Bacardi's Planet]

Robert was already gasping for breaths at the pole.

He did three rounds of relentless dance, now he's at the fourth, and he's as tired as a starved dog.

Doing the strenuous dance without food or water in his lungs is driving him to death, but Bacardi doesn't seem to care. She watched his dance with her doe eyes.

Luckily for him, she didn't tell him to take off his trousers, so he danced with his pants on, and if that's any consolation, he felt it.

He crashed to his knees when he finished the fourth session, then he crawled to her feet, kneeling there.

"Please...let me rest for a minute. I'm hungry, and tired..." He begged.

Bacardi stroked his head like a pet dog's, then she killed the music and took her phone, making a call to the clan kitchen.

"A large plate of bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon." She ordered, still stroking Robert's hair.

"Thank you! Thank you so much." Robert appreciated.

"You performed well, I've always had a thing for muscular toned pole dancers," Bacardi smiled genuinely, but it wasn't sweet. It was sour.

"Cardi!" Sandra rushed inside.

"Sup, sis?" Bacardi stood.

"Bob, I think Monika's gang got him." Sandra announced.

"Are you deadass?" Bacardi frowned, but she didn't even wait for an answer before rushing out with Sandra.

Robert kept sitting there, awaiting the meal so he'd go share with Ivanna.

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[Bobby's Suite]

Bobby lay in bed, shirtless and unconscious, but he's groaning even from his unconsciousness.

Leonardo and Lissa are by his side.

"Monika is growing wilder by the day. The mosquito didn't even bite him according to the mobsters, so why?" Lissa said frustratingly.

"Monika is still the only remaining enemy of this clan for a reason. She's smart, and she knows how to run her shit too well, of course she's always prepared. She knew about Bob's sensitivity, so she made the mosquito blood poisonous instead. When Bobby killed it and got the bloodstain on his skin, he was infected." Leonardo explained.

"Double f+k," Lissa muttered.

"He won't die, it'll only be painful. Monika did this as an announcement of her upcoming hits." Leonardo further said.

Penny came in, her phone in the middle of her palm.

"There's no known drug to cure the pain infection, I called every of our frontmen in the underworld hub already. Monika's poisons and antidotes can only be found with her, nowhere else." She said.

"Were you actually expecting to get it?" Leonardo rolled his eyes hard.

Bobby wriggled in bed again, the pain looking so unbearable as his bones shifted under his skin, and his veins swelled up like they'd burst.

"Get the doctor to inject him into coma." Don Anthony said as he entered the room with Felicia.

"The poison isn't deadly, it's only for pains, so I think injecting him into coma for three days is the best thing. By the time he wakes, the poison will be out of his system." Felicia added.

"Right, I came here to say that too." Bacardi said as she came in with Sandra.

"I'll call the doctor," Sandra pulled her phone.

"No one's calling a doctor, and no one's knocking Bob into a dumbass coma. Not on my watch, let him be. Pain is part of living, it'd strengthen him and make him tighten his guard next time." Leonardo replied, leaving the suite smoothly.

"Leo!!" Anthony yelled after him.

"Don, please try to understand where Leo is coming from. Bobby owns part of the fault for not weeding out the weak bouncers at the black door. Bradshaw entered the brothel at their watch and made this deadly move, so this pain will always remind Bobby to be at high alert always." Lissa said.

She went after Leo after that.

"Of course, she'd support him. Birds of the same feather." Sandra muttered with a snicker.

"Call the doctor," Anthony said.

"Leo said not to..." Sandra said.

"Call the doctor!" Anthony snapped, and Felicia got her phone to do that.

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[Outside]

"Leo!" Lissa rushed after the livid guy on her heels, catching up in front of the citadel.

"You can be mad at everyone for what happened to Bobby, but you can't be mad at me. Remember our oath? We share every madness and insanity." She said, standing tall in front of him but still not matching his crazy height.

"Go to the Gravehood, kill the four bouncers there. Shoot them on the heart, two bullets each." He said.

"As much as I love your killing orders, I'm not doing that unless you promise me a drive around the city tomorrow night in your car. I'll be your passenger princess, and you'll let me wear just my biniki." She said.

"Deal." Leonardo said, his face muted like he's not alive.

"Good, I'll go kill em like you ordered, but I'm adding one more bullet, making three bullets on each of their chests. By the way, I sprayed the holding room of the thieves and locked Trashvanna inside. She's probably dead by now." Lissa smiled, touching the side of his arm.

He didn't even reply to that.

"How did Mayor Cliff's death go?" She asked eerily.

"Was too easy, I got bored. My easiest kill, but some calories were burnt," he said casually, and she rubbed his arm again, deeper this time.

"Gawd, my best friend is so fuckin hot." She said teasingly.

"Don't flatter, Issa." He stated before entering his Citadel.

"Tame him?" Lissa scoffed. "Nah, i prefer my Leo like this."

She went back to the car to get her favorite gun, throwing a bubble gum in her mouth too.. 

She was holding the gun with savage badassery as she made her way to the Gravehood.

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[Leonardo's Citadel]

Leonardo sat in the middle of his investigation systems in his inner office. No light in the room, just the flashes from the screens of the systems as he clicked on the buttons of the biggest one, eyes focused.

The parcel is on his desk, and it really contains the blueprint map and a letter that says the wedding day is the perfect day for the Cooper siblings enter the clan, that they can enter with the roses truck.

He has been trying to match the handwriting on the letter with several handwritings, but he's not getting any matching results.

There's no lead on the map and blueprint, they look so carefully self-generated. There's no scent on it too, and that shows the smartness of whoever sent them this parcel.

Whoever it is, is not an ordinary person, so it's a case he can't leave alone till he gets to the root.

He went to the social media of the siblings one by one.

Robert's IG with just five hundred followers. He only has one picture posted with zero like and comment.

Ivanna's IG with 100k followers. She has several pictures she snapped with her fellow stuntwomen, and pictures she snapped with her siblings.

There's nothing special to see at all.

So he went to Ginny's IG with 150k followers. She was a computer guru, so she's being followed by her computer idiot friends.

She has more pictures on her wall than the rest of the siblings, but of all the pictures, only one caught his eye.

She snapped that one with Bradshaw.

Bradshaw of Crimson Cave? 

The same bastard who infected Bobby with a mosquito?

Leonardo zoomed in on the picture. Bradshaw's arm is on Ginny's waist, and her head on his chest.

Caption: Field day with my boo.

With lots of heart emojis.

Leonardo leaned back on his chair, that evil smile pulled his lips again.

He lightened a cigar, puffing.

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[Holding Room]

Robert arrived all smiles with the food pack from Bacardi's Planet, ready to eat something with Ivanna, but he was pushed back by the door.

"You're to sleep at the yard," the guards told him.

"What do you mean sleep at the yard? My sister is inside!" Robert snapped suspiciously, but then his nose caught the smell of pesticide, and his eyes widened.

He threw the food tray away, not giving a damn about it anymore as he  crashed himself to the door.

"Iva!!" He shouted.

He was pushed back, and he fell back to the food on the ground.

"Why is the room smelling like insecticide? Who sprayed? She's asthmatic!!!" He shouted, standing again to attack them.

His shirtless body lashed with a belt, but he refused to stumble away.

"Let me see my sister!!" 

"Miss Lissa forbids that" They replied him resolutely.

"What!" Robert gasped.

"Ivanna and Robert?" A new woman arrived at the scene.

She's the oldest cleaner here who's also the head of the cleaners.

She's got sprinkles of grey hair which peeked out of her brown headgear, and she looks so neutral.

"Hilda, why are you here?" A guard queried.

"They've been assigned to take over cleaning the clan. It's 12am, they have to start now." Hilda calmly replied.

"Get a note from Miss Lissa that says they can get out, then we'll let the girl out." The guards said.

"The order to clean the clan came from Sir Leo himself, so stop the authoritative thing with Lissa and open the door!" Hilda snapped.

The guards exchanged glances, and they reluctantly opened the door.

Robert was the first to run inside with berated breaths. 

He expected to meet Ivana's body on the ground, but instead, he met her by the wall. Ivanna sat on the ground and rested by the wall, looking like she's unconscious.

The fleet has cleared from the room

"Iva!" Robert knelt in front of her, holding her face.

"Iva!!"

Her eyes opened slowly, and a small smile graced her dry split lips.

"My inhaler was in my trousers pocket, luckily. They probably didn't see it when they were taking our stuff." She muttered tiredly, showing him the inhaler.

"I nearly died, but thankfully, there's a bed. I crawled under it and coughed like crazy till it went down and cleared off, then I used my inhaler, but I've used everything, and now I need another inhaler to stay alive here." She explained.

"We'll salvage this situation somehow, don't worry. Thanks for staying alive." Robert nodded.

"You have to go start cleaning now, you two." Hilda said behind them.

Ivanna took the pesticide bottle from where Lissa dropped it on the ground.

She tore off the nylon on it's body, and as expected, she met a small gift under the nylon—a pepper spray.

While stunting on set last month, she saw top actresses advertising for this pesticide product, and the pepper spray gift is just as potent as the pesticide itself.

Too much of it can blind people.

She wrapped her hand on the pepper spray, and Robert helped her up.

"Madam, can we clean the Painhood first?" She asked, and Hilda blinked.

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[Crimson Cave]

Monika was painting her nails by herself when Bradshaw came in with his please-kill-me expression.

He fell on his knees, respectfully.

Monika continued her nails painting, as if she didn't feel Bradshaw's presence at all.

"Punish me, Leader. I failed to poison Bobby directly. He killed the mosquito before it could suck him." Bradshaw said with great reverence.

"But the blood stained his skin,"Monika looked up.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. Pretty sure he's in insane pains right now." Bradshaw quickly said.

Monika stood, laughing and taking a straw handfan to fan her face.

"Then it's done. I wasn't expecting my mosquito to bite him in the first place. I mean...it's Bobby we're talking about, the most sensitive of the siblings. The major mission was to infect him with the blood and make him stay in pains for hours, and you did it. Good job."

Bradshaw looked up, smiling surprisingly.

"That's like an announcement of my resumption, and I'm waiting for Leonardo to clap back. The drag can finally start." Monika sighed, sitting.

"Let's hope Moo gets her job done,"

"Moo will do it, I trust her." Bradshaw quickly spoke in defence.

"Of course she would, she has no choice. Go get your wounds treated, it's not very pleasant to look at. You can't keep wounds at this point when the drag is just starting." Monika said.

Bradshaw stood, holding his stabbed bleeding stomach. He was already exiting when Monika talked again...

"Have you seen the pictures of the thieves who entered the house of Esposito? Their junior sister in particular." 

Bradshaw turned.

"No. I've got no business with them, why do you ask, Leader?" 

"Forget it. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss, Bradshaw." Monika said with her deceptive smiled and Bradshaw walked out.

He couldn't shake his mind off it though. It kept ringing in his mind.

Why would leader suddenly ask such question? And who's the junior sister of the thieves?

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[House Of Esposito, Painhood]

Hilda was kinder to the siblings than they expected.

She provided the cleaning tools they needed, and she even allowed them to clean the Painhood first like Ivanna requested.

She stayed with them, supervising as they scrubbed the bloody ground—Ivanna's blood from when she was tortured with the whips.

As Ivanna cleaned the blood from the ground and poles, her stomach churned, and when she imagined Leonard's face on that ground, she scrubbed faster, faster, more faster, madly fast, till she scrubbed her fingers with the ground and hurt herself again. She bled.

"Iva, you ok?" Robert asked.

She quickly hid that finger, nodding at him that she's fine.

Though, her grand plan is still very much intact in her mind.

If she doesn't do what she has in mind, she might run mad tonight.

"Nothing will come out of stubbornness, you both. Better follow the rules, then at least you can live long. Everyone's a ticking time bomb here, so don't get into anyone's black book, especially Ghost." Hilda said.

They didn't even look at the woman, they just kept scrubbing.

"If you do well with your cleaning, I can get you both plates of food from the kitchen." She continued.

Still, they kept cleaning.

"I'm gonna go check on the clothes at the lavatory, I'll be right back." She said again, leaving the hood.

Ivanna stood immediately, grabbing a horsewhip from the table.

"What are you gonna do again!" Robert demanded.

"Trust me, just stay here and clean. Give me an hour." She replied.

"Joyy..." Robert held her arms.

"I promise you, I know what I'm doing, ok?" She drew back, and before he could touch her again, she was already out.

Thankfully, the map of this clan she studied is still in her head, so she followed the right route to the right courtyard, climbing staircases and descending repeatedly. She used the shadows of the tall walls to cover herself well.

The guards are oblivious till she appeared at the annex building at the back, and she slipped out of the shadows, intentionally alerting the guards by pushing down a brick.

The moment they saw her, their attention spasmed to her, and she immediately opened the last door.

From there, she entered the back property of the clan, gyrating to the northern part, into a reserve forest.

The guards went after her instantly, and despite her hunger striken empty stomach, she ran.

Leonardo was on his way to the hood when the news reached him.

He stopped under a tweaking bulb, his lips curving into something darker than a smirk.

"I knew she's not the type to stay calm, I've been expecting her next move. Seems tonight won't be boring after all." He muttered, dashing into the forest too, all alone.

"Leo!" Lissa appeared behind him, but he was already too gone.

When she was told what happened, she cocked her gun again...

"She didn't die in the fleeted room? Let's see if you'll be able to escape my bullets, puttana." She muttered with cold breaths, dashing into the forest.

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[Reserve Forest]

Between series of tall scary trees, long stretchy stems, deep-rooted roots and wide-ass leaves, Leonardo searched like an hunter.

Thanks to the full moon in the sky leaking into the forest through the spaces between the trees, he had no problem seeing.

Even if the moon was absent, he'd have journeyed freely. Darkness is a gift, to him.

He could hear the pounding of the boots of the guards as they searched the forest for Ivanna, but she's the stubborn thief anyways.

That bitter-lipped whore  will not make things easy for them.

This forest is in four parts, and she must have seen in the map that the northern hemisphere is the densest part of it, so he moved to the north.

He only took one step. Just one step to that north, and a wicked sting of familiar spray fleeted his face.

Pepper spray.

He temporarily lost his sight, but almost immediately, something was hit on his head from the left side.

Definitely a stone.

He blacked out.

--

[Five Minutes Later]

Leonardo wasn't shocked when he woke up to meet himself tied to a tree with his hands up.

His wrists were bond to the branches too, and blood is still trickling from his head where the stone had hit.

He looked up to see the ropes she used, and he guessed right...

She used strong stretchy tree roots.

His eyes rolled back down, and once again, he wasn't surprised to see her sitting on a large flat stone in front of him. She's holding a horsewhip—same one he used on her.

"What a meticulous plan, I would clap, but my arms are tied..." He muttered, each word so fuckin hateful and at the same time thrilled.

He has never experienced capture before, it's his first time, and it's so damn entertaining than he thought.

"You should have told your little doll that you're the one who forced me to suck your contaminated thing. She nearly killed me, and to think that the company of this same slût is the reason my parents landed in coma, I will not let her maltreat me without retaliation!" Ivanna spat.

"Is this the part where I feel pity? Where that strange liquid starts coming out of my eyes?" Leonardo smiled, so sick it's too scary.

"Your pity? You're delusional, bîtch. I brought you here to give you a taste, and I don't care what happens after this. I know the clan guards are everywhere in this forest, but I chose this northern hemisphere cos getting here from any part of the forest takes three minutes at least, and I'm gonna use those three minutes on you." She replied, too cold and mean.

"And it starts now. The 99 strokes you gave me, take them back!" She roared, raising the whip and bringing it down on his body, starting the brutal, bloody beating.

Leonardo was smiling dementedly, enjoying as she thrashed him, and at the twentieth whiplash, the flesh in the middle of his back tore apart.

Blood.

TBC.

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