GOLDEN HEART 31

CONTINUED FROM THE OTHER DAY....

Just when the tigers reached his knees they stopped chewing on him, giving him a small bit of Hope that this might actually be over and Justine will just kill him already, but once again that hope of his vanished into thin air when the two animals shifted to his arms as if they’re trained to know exactly what parts of the victims’ bodies to consume and when to stop.

Santana’s screams amplified but this time with pleas to die instead of asking to be spared. He desperately begged for Justine to kill him already but his pleas went unanswered.

Then she whistled for the horrid animals to stop which they did, causing for that small glimmer of Hope to rise again within Santana, only for two sharp knives to fly his way in a blink of an eye, hitting their targets perfectly. One nestled in his chest, right next to his heart while the other struck his lung before the tigers resumed their work again,

Santana’s hope did not only vanish for the Gazillion time today but he also became short of breath because of the knife that was deep in his lung, preventing him from heaving a proper breath along with blood oozing from almost every corner of his body.

She was playing with him, giving him the smallest bits of hope then snatching it before he could think more of it.

She was that way with all of her preys. She liked watching the sparkle of Hope leaving their eyes which is why she kept on repeating it multiple times.

Justine came next to his struggling form just when the tigers finished his arms and his soul was about to leave his body. ‘Make sure not to cross paths with me when we meet in hell, MEIN FREUND!.’ She patted his cheek before snatching the knife from his lung, first causing some blood to splatter on her face before she plunged one in his chest.

Then she stood up leaving him bleeding of what was left of his life before she patted the two bloody animals. The Tigers’ fur was covered in blood, but their mouths and necks were the bloodiest.

The torture was broad casted in every corner of the house on the premises through the CCTV’s that were in the rooms. It was another wired custom of Papa’s mafia, the whole gang has to witness each and every torture session done by one of the family members as they call the gang members. They’re all one big twisted as fuck family.

This custom was Papa’s way to both teach the newbies and the low ranked members and to test the capabilities of the key members whether or not they still have it in them, whether or not their Hearts are still of steel.

The scene was one of the most gruesome of scenes the mafia members have ever seen so far.

Justine despite been breathtakingly beautiful, her beauty was covered with a coat of deception and danger. The portrait in front of them was one of a true mafia leader.

BLOODY.

The Tigers stood on each side of her with her hands, each on one of their heads. The trio held the same bloodthirsty look while looking at the dead body of Santana, as if each one of them is rewinding the scene from earlier over and over again in their minds, Whishing they can have another go at it.

People were not looking at Justine nor A.L. They were looking at a dangerous, animalistic and wounded Tigress that just couldn’t get enough of her victim.

They were looking at three animals instead of Two.

She was a wild animal that just got out of the its cage at that moment.

Some of the members gasped in surprise and fear of the wild lady on the screen, some shivered in fear at the view the screens were mirroring, but both groups aspired to be like her one day, to conquer all of their fears and be as invincible as she appeared to be. There are, however some of them who looked at her with admiration and respect, seeing that their role model did exceed their expectations yet again.

All in all, the whole bunch of them was, with all due respect, twisted and fucked up!