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"You're quiet today," Logan announced in a tone dripping with amusement. My mind replayed and replayed every last detail of the little torture session Logan held yesterday.

I remembered the glittering tears that slipped from the guy's eyes, mixing with the blood so that small red droplets dotted his face. I imagine the small amount of salt in his tears must've burned in the cuts that littered his face.

Gashes and holes scattered his skin, one still with a bullet lodged in. Logan called someone when we got back to the office the night before and ordered them to remove the body and to clean as much mess as possible but I think he liked the amount of blood in the room, exhibiting the blood of his victims like a trophy.

I'd spent the night with the images of his body engraved in my mind, haunting me. His screams and cries terrorised me all night, leaving me restless and scared.

"I'm plotting," I replied to him, sat upon his knee in black, lace corset type thing. It would be a beautiful thing to wear beneath your clothes to reveal to a boyfriend I'm sure, but I despised the piece of lace for revealing my body to Logan.

"Is that so?" He questioned, amused.

"Yep." I nodded. "See, I believe after what I saw yesterday, you must have a hell of a lot of enemies," I explained.

"I do," he responded, sounding cocky but also curious.

"Well, one of them is likely to come along and kill you at some point." I shrugged. "So, I am just planning all the things I am going to request to do before they end you," I explained in a sing song voice, grinning to myself as images of Logan pleading for his life flashed through my mind.

My happy day dreaming and fantasising soon ended when a deep, rumbling laugh escaped his throat. "Darling, I am not an easy man to kill," he assured me but I ignored him.

"I wonder what you would look like with a hot poker in your back?" I questioned out loud.

I felt him lean closer before his breath was hot in my ear. "Believe me, you won't find out." It was a promise.

"You seem certain that you are invincible," I pointed out and he shook his head.

"I'm not invincible. But nobody is stupid enough to come after me, they all know exactly what happens when they do."

I raised an eyebrow. "You shove a hot poker in their back?" I scoffed slightly, it looked painful and I seriously pitied the guy who had to endure Logans torture but surely some of the more powerful people in the world could face that.

"That's sweet darling, but what you saw yesterday was nothing. You have no idea what I would do to someone if they tried to kill me, Mia, no idea." His voice lowered and it made my heart thunder. When he spoke in that tone, goosebumps littered my bare skin. He truly was scary.

"Then tell me," I said before I realised what exactly I was blurting. The last thing I wanted was to know what he would do to really torture someone.

"Really? You want to know?" He asked incredulously and I growled.

No. "Yes."

"Fine. I would lock them in the basement for weeks first, feed them just enough so they are fighting to survive, a couple of drops of water every few days, stripped of clothes so they freeze." His hands ran up and down my arms while he spoke and I frowned.

"That's it?"

"To start with, let them think I am soft. Make them think they can fight, that they can survive. False hope is so soul destroying," he explained and my heart beat a little faster. "Once they thought they were safe, when they think the worst is over, that's when I would start to cause real pain."

I swallowed down my nerves and steadied myself a little while his hands moved down my arms to my hands. "I would tear off every nail with pliers, as slowly as I could to drag out the agony." His fingers ran over my nails and they tingled from his touch. "Then, I would rip out their teeth, leaving them to eat through a straw for a few more weeks."

My heart hammered as his hand lifted to my hair. "Then, weeks later, I would pin them down and pull out every single hair on their head. It's a small pain but over and over can become agonising." His hands threaded through my hair and I gulped.

"What next?" I managed to ask in a steady voice, not wanting him to know how scared I was.

"Then I would break some bones. Legs maybe, to keep them from running. I would leave them in the cell again, allowing them to heal for a few weeks." He told me. "And then, after they had been locked up for months, I would really start to hurt them."

He hadn't even started yet?

"I would spend another month beating them, stabbing them, slicing them apart. Bullet after bullet would penetrate their skin. I would slaughter everyone they loved and make them watch as I tear the heads off their wives and children. I would drag it out until they couldn't possibly take it anymore and then drag it out further. When I finally got bored, months, maybe a year later, I would peel away their skin with a knife and let them bleed."

His lips were against my ear as he finished and I could feel his smile. I was frozen in my place, my hands trembling slightly and tears filled my eyes. I refused to let them fall so I swallowed the lump in my throat and choked a little on the dryness of it.

"So, Mia, if and when an enemy of mine comes along to try and kill me, I recommend picking the right side. Because they will fail and don't think for a second I won't kill you along with them, slow and painful," he threatened, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of my neck.

His lips were light and soft on my neck but the small touch felt dangerous alongside his words. His hands still brushed over my bare skin and all I could think of was the fact he could easily replace his hands with knives and be skinning me alive.

"Now go back to your room, I have a call to make," he instructed and for once, I obeyed and slipped out of the room without looking back.


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