Warning; Gore theme. Do not read with weak stomach.

[Do you ever think about me when I'm not around?]

"Where are you going this early babe?"

The sun hadn't even peaked out of the sky and it has been raining for three days straight till this morning. He smiles as he fixed his tie staring at her through the mirror in front of him. She was still so beautiful with her hair looking like a bird nest.

"I've to go to Russia, there's a very important business meeting regarding the expansion of my company that I've to attend."

"Oh yeah? When are you going to come back?"

"Maybe a day or two, I'm not sure but I will always keep you updated okay." He walked to her side and kissed her forehead, she smiled as she closed her eyes mumbling a soft word "okay".

He picked up the suitcase and walked out of the room and closed the door behind carefully.

"Here."

He handed the suitcase to the waiting man.

There was already a car waiting outside and the guard opened the door for him and he slid in. It might have took around half an hour to reach at the secret location. He walked through the narrow way, everything around them was surrounded by the lush green forest. His men followed behind him reading his smirk on his face. They all knew what terrible things were going to happen soon.

One of the guard opened the metal door and his shoe hit the dirty mud, this place looked like as if it was some unhygienic slaughter house. The stench of dead was very overpowering but he didn't even bat an eye, he was so use to the smell of metals and rotten thing he hardly cared.

"Well well.." he slid inside the cold room and a man closed the door behind him. "If it isn't you, Hans." He smiled looking at the ghostly pale Hans with his limbs chained, once his most trusted partner and now his victim.

"How did you find me?" He whispered in his pathetic state.

Rebus sighed and pointed at the man behind him. "I didn't do anything, he did it. Hans meet Salvador." Salvador was a bulky man with blond with short spiky hair, he had a lethal glare on as he stared at the man below them.

"So what now partner? Are you going to kill me huh? Do it!" He spat and his bloody spit hit Rebus's face.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the spit but the smile never left his face. This calmness was scaring the hell out of him. Rebus was a violent man, never calm. The air in the room was tight.

"Calm down Salvador. Don't try to hit him easily, his my partner after all."

"What the hell are you going to do Rebus? WHAT.ARE. YOU.GOING .TO.DO." Hans knew his death was evident but he didn't know how he was going to die. He prayed it would be a quick and painless one.

"Well let's start from your fingers, I'm sure the beating from my men yesterday wasn't enough."

The men behind him smirked as he took out a rusty looking plier in his hand and approached him.

"F-"

Someone quickly put a cloth inside his mouth as the bulky man did his magic on ripping out his nails one by one and selectively moved to the other hand. Eyes filled with tears he looked at the man responsible for this excruciating pain. He had a solemn face now as there was no emotion in those eyes.

"Go for the lower too."

He was terrified when felt the cold metal rested on his feet. He struggled and cried in muffled pain as the chains hit the floor due to his frequent movements producing loud noises. When the man was done with his work, he breathe in harshly. His vision was turning blurry and the urge to faint was coming to him.

"Partner tell me which was that defective eyes you owned."

His body trembled in fear knowing another blow was on his way.

"Was it left or was it right?"

He shook his head furiously pleading with his eyes to stop.

"I said was it left or right eye. Oh wait you can't speak." He took the cloth out his mouth and immediately he began to beg.

"Please stop this I beg you. I will do whatever you want me to, please stop hurting me."

"I think it was your left eyes yes now I remember. Hmm continue to use your bare hand like I did before."

His man nodded and stretch his hand again.

He began to move violently pry away from those hands who was trying to take out his eyes ball but the chains kept him rooted to his position and the luck was never on his side as he felt fingers rocking inside his eyes and plucking out his precious eye ball and one sight turned completely blind. Blood dripped from the empty socket. He cried like the day he was born. The pain was killing him eventually.

"Sir we got the eyes."

"Very well. Now I want you to cut those veins on his foot."

"No no please stop stop !"

Taking out a blade the man did as told and he felt his feet going numb.

"Just kill me, shoot me in the head. Finish this."

"You don't give orders here, I do."

"Always remember even if you kill me Cosa Nostra will come to haunt you soon. You will die a worse death than you imagine." He spit venom with every word he spoke. "Then there's your women oh was it (name), goodness what's going to happens to her I bet they are going to ruin her and slit her throat and dump her body in the river."

Silver eyes narrowed dangerously at the mention of his wife.

"Oh really? So I should be scared huh." He mocked.

"Y-You should be ! Are you a freaking idiot?"

"Oh dear Hans, you have mistaken me so badly. You of all people should know of my influence. I am Erebus Schwartz, the man who killed the two most powerful and influential people and all ears knows it. A man who ruled half the Europe and the other one who owned all of America, worthless and that bastard being a Cosa Nostra can't stop me from nothing. He may have the title but the power and the influence was always mine. Watch me create web of my own, how i trap and punish the people who dare betray me."

He crouched down eyeing his pathetic state.

"That one eye you own will watch what I do and when it's all over that day will be your demise and I will make sure you see the happiness in her face and mine." He smiled once again, standing up he began to walk away.

"Oh and Salvador I don't think we need his tongue anymore."

Eyes wide in horror he watch as the bulky men approached him again. The blonde man smirked playing with the scalpel in his hand moving closer.

Screams of agony vibrates through that wall as he walked away.

"Is my flight ready?"

"Yes sir. In an hour we will be leaving."

"Good."