'Don't you know I'm no good for you?

I've learned to lose you, can't afford to

Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'

But nothin' ever stops you leavin''

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K I N G

 ⚠ W A R N I N G   G R A P H I C ⚠ 

The trees swayed in the cool breeze of the August breeze; unaware of the pain of it held within its lush enclosure. A dark blacked out car sped through the trees, concealed by the trees. Silently, it pulled up to an abandoned warehouse with the faded numbers '402' painted on the side. It's shabby exterior hiding the horrors that awaited within.

A man waited by a small door attached to the warehouse, his eyes scanning around impatiently. When he caught sight of the two men stepping out of the unlicensed vehicle he straightened up and pulled the door open for them.

"They're in the first room," He spoke to the first one as he entered. He nodded before entering the warehouse and locating the room where the muffled sounds of torture could be heard. It was music to his ears. Both men pulled up their scarfs so that it covered their faces and adjusted their hats before entering the room with the intent on getting answers.

Emma screamed in agony as the feeling of the sharp blade slicing into her cheek. Tears clouded her vision, rendering her blind to the torture she was enduring. She barely noticed when the two men entered the room.

"Hello Emma," The first one said, crouching down to where she was bound against the hard chair.

"Fuck you." She spat, spitting blood on his scarf. She saw a murderous twinkle in his eyes as he looked back towards the man besides the door who was glowering at her. The man nodded at him - as if giving him permission. The man turned back to face the woman before him, a smirk concealed behind his mask.

"That's not nice now is it?" He questioned.

Emma pushed herself further into her seat, afraid of the repercussions she may face. But nothing came - at least not then. He stepped back slightly, letting the man who had been torturing her before step forward as he grabbed her hand that was drenched in blood and sweat. She squirmed in her seat, crying out for help as she pulled frantically at her hand. The knife cut, slicing through her flesh as her middle finger dropped to the floor, blood flowing from the amputated finger.

Retrieving it, the man stepped back so that he could box up the finger.

"Now that you know I'm not fucking about, I'm going to ask you some questions." He drawled, walking over to a table near the back wall. Emma's eyes followed him anxiously as she watched him pick up a dagger and twirl it with his forefinger and thumb. He turned back to her - the twinkle still glimmering in his eyes.

"I-I don't know what you want from me...please." She cried out, struggling against the chair.

He smirked and shook his head, "Oh but I think you do." He nodded towards the man by door. He slipped out silently as he made his way towards Emma; dagger poised in his gloved hand. He threw it, watching it soar through the air and land in her abdomen. Emma's eyes widened in shock as she let out a war cry, thrashing in her seat harder as pain overided her system.

"Blue take over." He demanded. Blue nodded, smirking as he took out his switch blade and began working on her fingers again. He walked back over to the table, the sounds of Emma's tortured cries filling the room.

"Do you know why you're here?" He asked.

"No!" She screamed. He looked back at her with a raised brow - wrong answer. He nodded at Blue who smirked in glee. Off when her pinky. She whimpered at the loss of it, her red eyes filling with more tears.

"The more you lie, the less limbs your left with." He stated, picking up a bag of white salt and moving towards them. He pushed his hand into the bag, picking up a handful before letting it flow through his fingers.

"Does the name Mayalika ring a bell?" He questioned.

Emma shook her head. He nodded, pouring the white salt over her hand watching her cry out in agony. Behind them the door banged open, bringing in a fresh set of voices.

He smirked at her, "We have guests." He commented just as the man who had left pulled a body into the room by its hair while two other men carried a man who was kicking into the room; a bag had been placed over his head.

"Put him next to her." He stated, stepping back expectantly. They nodded, placing a steel chair next to hers, tying the struggling body to it as they threw the other one down by Emma's feet.

"King." They mumbled, leaving except for one who stood by the door where he had first stood before leaving. King stepped over the dead corpse; ripping the bag from over his head to be greeted with a beaten up face. One of his eyes was purple and rimmed red while the other had fully closed up. His face littered with bruises and cuts.

He glared up at King with his eye, a scowl settled on his busted lip.

"Nice of you to join us," King remarked.

The man said nothing but only continued to stare up at King with hatred and anger. King looked at him momentarily before stepping back over the dead body, kicking it so that it's face flipped to face the two bound to the chairs. Emma's eyes caught onto those familiar green orbs that used to be filled with so much life were now dull and glossy with the loss of life.

"Cole," She whimpered, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her dead brother. Her brother looked down at him, he painfully clenched his jaw and his hands clenched into fists.

"Talk and you may not end up like him." King stated, placing his boot on Cole's cold cheek, smirking under his scarf when he felt his cheekbone crush under the pressure making his eye bulge.

Emma looked away from the sight, feeling her stomach turn at the sight of her brother. She could feel the hope drain out of her as looked towards her elder brother bound to the chair, his face becoming red with annoyance.

"Now what do you know." King asked calmly, kicking the dead body across the room.

"Nothing." Emma whispered, "Honestly."

King shook his head, nodding his head towards Blue who began the torturing again at a slow painful rate. Emma blocked out the pain as she felt her last two fingers of her right hand be removed. It was bearable enough if she thought of how much terror she would reign on all of them when she got out of here and even if she didn't she knew someone who would.

"Oh but I think you do." King responded.

"You see my girls car was tampered with in only a way that would lead me to believe that you did it." He stated calmly.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" Her brother gruffly. It was the first time he had spoken since he had been dragged here against his will. King smirked, not looking in his direction as he looked directly at Emma - sending chills down her spine.

"The Henderson's. Cole. Gabe and Emma." He looked pointedly at her smiling when she squirmed under his intense gaze.

"Notoriously known for murdering their mother when they were kids. Their dad took the wrap for them and god sentenced to death. They move product barely worth shit nowadays and will sell to anybody willing." He noted off watching her eyes widen at all the things he knew.

"H-How?" She stuttered.

King smirked, "Not so brave now?" He questioned. A loud bang went off as a bullet shot through Gabe's chest and he slumped in his chair groaning in agony. King turned around to look at Quincy who had moved from his post by the door and was now aiming a gun at Gabe who was now moaning in pain. Quincy nodded towards the ropes that were now noticeably looser than they were before. King nodded at Blue who moved towards Gabe and sliced off his hands in two fluid movements.

Gabe barely even moved. He sat slumped in his chair as his stumps began flowing two steady streams of blood that dripped onto the cold tiled floor; creating a pool.

"Try untying those with no hands." King smugly stated. Gabe ignored him.

"As I was saying, the way the brakes were tampered with seemed awfully familiar to the way your mothers was and Zhair to name a few." King said. Emma looked away, a frown settled on her face. Caught. King smirked, nodding at Blue who moved back over to them, he held the blood covered blade to her neck pressing it slightly into the pale flesh so that a few drops of blood began to seep out.

"Who hired you?" King asked softly. Emma shook her head -refusing to speak. King sighed standing back up from his crouching position before her as he looked towards Quincy, nodding in the direction of the torture table. Quincy walked over slowly, picking up the gun that sat on the table and began walking over to King handing it to him as he moved towards Gabe pressing the cold barrel against his bloody head.

"I gave you a chance," King stated, "Something I never do." He chuckled to himself, cocking the gun at the same time as Quincy shooting her in the leg just to watch her cry out.

"But I'm not known for being nice." He sated coldly, "Especially when people fuck with what's mine."

A cold laugh escaped Gabe making everyone turn to look at him. He looked up at them, a look of madness had taken over his face as he looked up at King a smirk playing on his face making King's falter.

"You think this stops with us?" He said out loud chuckling louder. Quincy pushed the butt of the gun further into his skull but Gabe payed no mind to it.

"It didn't stop with those guys you killed for selling on your block." He continued on, "Nor will it with us." He smiled.

"You've killed the worker bees but not the Queen." Adam said coldly.

King chuckled darkly, "Quit with the fucking riddles and tell me what that means." He said.

Adam smiled, "You're gonna kill me but I'm not gonna be the only one. He'll get more until he gets what he wants and he'll stop and nothing to get it." He muttered darkly.

King rose a brow, "Whose he?" He asked.

Adam chuckled, "He's the one who want's what you have and will stop at nothing to get it. Even if it means harming people in the process." He answered before Quincy shot him in the head. Emma screamed in agony as she looked at her brothers lifeless body, his eyes clouded over as his mouth hung open, half his head had been blown off and was splattered across the room.

King, looked at Emma, a scowl settled on his face at the new information Gabe had given him. Emma looked up at him, her eyes dull as she pushed against the cold feel of the blade at her throat.

"Your too late."

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