The black car rolled up to the corner. Inside was a pissed off blonde smoking a cigarette along with a gang of minions. They stopped in front of a broken down apartment building. She was used to the sight; that's what happens when you work in the Underground. Her blue eyes pierced the back of the car seat. Her goons stepped out of the car first. The driver stepped out last and went over to help the woman get out the car. She took his hand and held the cigarette in the other as she stepped out of the car. Her pink heels clicked against the pavement. Her pretty-in-pink striped dress with strapped pumps and thigh high stockings contrasted with her black-wearing thugs.
Some of the thugs went ahead in the building without her. It was apart of the plan. They stormed the place and searched for the apartment number. Forty Nine held a man--no, a victim that dug his own grave. He knew this day was coming, but he didn't know that she would be showing up at this time of night. It was literally midnight on the dot. He made preparations to flee in the early morning. However, those preparations went down the drain as the anti-magic bomb was set off. Suddenly he was overwhelmed by thick fumes. Gangsters blasted through the door using magically-enhanced weaponry and ripped the fool out of his home.
The next thing he knew, he was kneeling at the feet of the very furious Abia Defan. What made her even more terrifying was that she had not a glare but a smile on her face. That sickeningly sweet smile that told him he was beyond dead.
"Hello Mr. Anderson!~ Time's up!"
"Miss Defan! I'm gunna get ya your money this afternoon, a'ig--"
"Don't bullshit me, Mr. Anderson~"
With her pink gloved hand, she whipped out a pistol and shot him in the shoulder. He cried out in pain. Blood flowed from the wound. This was no normal gun. The bullet inside him burned intensely.
"Aren't magic poison-laced bullets the best?"
Seconds later, he felt a strange substance course through his veins. His joints and muscles locked up. His eyes widen in horror; this was paralyzing poison. He couldn't move an inch. Not like he was going to move anyway with the gangsters holding him tightly, but still. Abia glanced at the goon next to her. Her gaze shifted to the car and then back to the goon. He nodded slightly and walked over to the trunk. Meanwhile the paralyzed man sat there. What was she doing? The two thugs that held onto him let go. He flopped uselessly on the pavement. His body was entirely frozen. It was then those blue eyes glared sharply into his. The blonde's smile grew wider.
"We're going for a ride~"
Immediately he realized what she was doing. He attempted to open his mouth to scream, but she suddenly shoved a chemical down his mouth. She drained the entire contents of the bottle down his throat. Immediately his throat burned in agony. She just fed him throat-burning medicine. Now he couldn't scream. The thugs came back with a giant black garbage bag. The bag was pulled over his head and down over his body. The bag got tossed into the trunk of the car. Abia took several puffs of her cigarette before going back inside the car. Her guards joined her in the car. In seconds everyone was in the car, and the driver pulled out of the parking spot and sped away. Anyone that bore witness to the event likely knew that the guy was screwed. This is why you pay Defan.
The man saw nothing but pitch blackness inside the garbage bag. He could barely breathe underneath the thin layer of plastic that wrapped around his body. His paralysis prevented him from moving around; his damaged throat prevented him from screaming. It was a fairly bumpy ride in the trunk; he could only imagine where they were taking him. Finally, in what felt like a eternity, the car stopped moving. There were several footsteps outside of the car. The trunk opened, and the bag was lifted out of the car. Perhaps she was just going to toss him into the ocean and be done with it. Yeah, that would make sense. Maybe he would end up in the corpse dumpster. Bizarrely enough, he was laid on what felt like a operating table, and the bag was pulled off of him.
What he didn't expect to see was his dead girlfriend laying next to him. They purposefully put him on his side just so he could see her. She was naked, beaten to a pulp, and had clear signs of a white substance oozing out of various parts of her body. Bruises were prevalent everywhere. Several bleeding cuts decorated her torso. A needle stuck out of her arm, and rope burns covered her slender neck. He was suddenly shoved onto his back. His view changed from his dead girlfriend to a jeering Abia.
"She was a good disposable hooker. Made us a pretty penny with her flexibility. Too bad her last clients got a little, uh, carried away."
They must have kidnapped her and sold her body to the lowest common denominator. He was infuriated, horrified, and disgusted all at the same time. If he could speak, he would be calling the blonde out for who she truly was: a cold-hearted bitch. A woman with a surgical mask and white gloves appeared on the other side of him. With a small knife, she cut off his eyelids. She and Defan stepped away to reveal to him that there was a mirror above his bed. His shirt was ripped open and his pants unbuttoned. What was all of this? Soon he heard a cart roll in and more footsteps.
"Might as well get some entertainment out of seeing your horrified eyes. Let see if any of your organs are worth taking."
They gave him another injection of paralyzing poison. From there, they proceeded to cut him open. He couldn't move or speak, but he could certainly feel pain. It was only made worse by the fact that he had a front row seat to his "surgery". They prodded at his various organs and took ones that wouldn't immediately kill him right away. All the while Abia Defan was watching. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was taking a perverse enjoyment out of this. The fucking bitch. The blonde actually wasn't much for gore, but she was all for suffering. Something about making people suffer brought her utter glee. At the same time, she was checking her phone for business purposes. She had other things to keep track of after all. She had a growing drug empire to run! She also had her legitimate job within her boyfriend's company. Ah, her Chrissy Poo. She sent a text out requesting a date.
Just as she finished sending the text, the people finished fishing out the man's organs. One of them meekly stepped over to the boss lady.
"We've finished, Miss Defan."
"Good. Now clean up and throw out the trash."
The bodies were piled into the same garbage bag. The man would spent his last dying moments with his dead and defiled girlfriend. The pair went out to the corpse dumpster. The workers cleaned up the blood and guts from the operation. Meanwhile Forty Nine was cleared out by more of Defan's goons. They took all of his belongings and made it look like no one ever lived there. Of course people knew there was a man there, but Abia had enough money and power to shut folks up. Even so, the cops would have to locate her first.
Abia tossed the cigarette butt in the trash. Her next destination was one of her private rooms. It was a sickeningly pink bedroom filled with stuffed animals. She changed into pastel pink pajamas and hopped into bed with a giant stuffed animal. She cuddled the puppy close. Her boyfriend was such a sweetheart! He knew what she liked. She gently drifted off to sleep with the stuffed puppy in her arms.
It may have been a cute scene if she hadn't just tortured and killed someone.
Some of the thugs went ahead in the building without her. It was apart of the plan. They stormed the place and searched for the apartment number. Forty Nine held a man--no, a victim that dug his own grave. He knew this day was coming, but he didn't know that she would be showing up at this time of night. It was literally midnight on the dot. He made preparations to flee in the early morning. However, those preparations went down the drain as the anti-magic bomb was set off. Suddenly he was overwhelmed by thick fumes. Gangsters blasted through the door using magically-enhanced weaponry and ripped the fool out of his home.
The next thing he knew, he was kneeling at the feet of the very furious Abia Defan. What made her even more terrifying was that she had not a glare but a smile on her face. That sickeningly sweet smile that told him he was beyond dead.
"Hello Mr. Anderson!~ Time's up!"
"Miss Defan! I'm gunna get ya your money this afternoon, a'ig--"
"Don't bullshit me, Mr. Anderson~"
With her pink gloved hand, she whipped out a pistol and shot him in the shoulder. He cried out in pain. Blood flowed from the wound. This was no normal gun. The bullet inside him burned intensely.
"Aren't magic poison-laced bullets the best?"
Seconds later, he felt a strange substance course through his veins. His joints and muscles locked up. His eyes widen in horror; this was paralyzing poison. He couldn't move an inch. Not like he was going to move anyway with the gangsters holding him tightly, but still. Abia glanced at the goon next to her. Her gaze shifted to the car and then back to the goon. He nodded slightly and walked over to the trunk. Meanwhile the paralyzed man sat there. What was she doing? The two thugs that held onto him let go. He flopped uselessly on the pavement. His body was entirely frozen. It was then those blue eyes glared sharply into his. The blonde's smile grew wider.
"We're going for a ride~"
Immediately he realized what she was doing. He attempted to open his mouth to scream, but she suddenly shoved a chemical down his mouth. She drained the entire contents of the bottle down his throat. Immediately his throat burned in agony. She just fed him throat-burning medicine. Now he couldn't scream. The thugs came back with a giant black garbage bag. The bag was pulled over his head and down over his body. The bag got tossed into the trunk of the car. Abia took several puffs of her cigarette before going back inside the car. Her guards joined her in the car. In seconds everyone was in the car, and the driver pulled out of the parking spot and sped away. Anyone that bore witness to the event likely knew that the guy was screwed. This is why you pay Defan.
The man saw nothing but pitch blackness inside the garbage bag. He could barely breathe underneath the thin layer of plastic that wrapped around his body. His paralysis prevented him from moving around; his damaged throat prevented him from screaming. It was a fairly bumpy ride in the trunk; he could only imagine where they were taking him. Finally, in what felt like a eternity, the car stopped moving. There were several footsteps outside of the car. The trunk opened, and the bag was lifted out of the car. Perhaps she was just going to toss him into the ocean and be done with it. Yeah, that would make sense. Maybe he would end up in the corpse dumpster. Bizarrely enough, he was laid on what felt like a operating table, and the bag was pulled off of him.
What he didn't expect to see was his dead girlfriend laying next to him. They purposefully put him on his side just so he could see her. She was naked, beaten to a pulp, and had clear signs of a white substance oozing out of various parts of her body. Bruises were prevalent everywhere. Several bleeding cuts decorated her torso. A needle stuck out of her arm, and rope burns covered her slender neck. He was suddenly shoved onto his back. His view changed from his dead girlfriend to a jeering Abia.
"She was a good disposable hooker. Made us a pretty penny with her flexibility. Too bad her last clients got a little, uh, carried away."
They must have kidnapped her and sold her body to the lowest common denominator. He was infuriated, horrified, and disgusted all at the same time. If he could speak, he would be calling the blonde out for who she truly was: a cold-hearted bitch. A woman with a surgical mask and white gloves appeared on the other side of him. With a small knife, she cut off his eyelids. She and Defan stepped away to reveal to him that there was a mirror above his bed. His shirt was ripped open and his pants unbuttoned. What was all of this? Soon he heard a cart roll in and more footsteps.
"Might as well get some entertainment out of seeing your horrified eyes. Let see if any of your organs are worth taking."
They gave him another injection of paralyzing poison. From there, they proceeded to cut him open. He couldn't move or speak, but he could certainly feel pain. It was only made worse by the fact that he had a front row seat to his "surgery". They prodded at his various organs and took ones that wouldn't immediately kill him right away. All the while Abia Defan was watching. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was taking a perverse enjoyment out of this. The fucking bitch. The blonde actually wasn't much for gore, but she was all for suffering. Something about making people suffer brought her utter glee. At the same time, she was checking her phone for business purposes. She had other things to keep track of after all. She had a growing drug empire to run! She also had her legitimate job within her boyfriend's company. Ah, her Chrissy Poo. She sent a text out requesting a date.
Just as she finished sending the text, the people finished fishing out the man's organs. One of them meekly stepped over to the boss lady.
"We've finished, Miss Defan."
"Good. Now clean up and throw out the trash."
The bodies were piled into the same garbage bag. The man would spent his last dying moments with his dead and defiled girlfriend. The pair went out to the corpse dumpster. The workers cleaned up the blood and guts from the operation. Meanwhile Forty Nine was cleared out by more of Defan's goons. They took all of his belongings and made it look like no one ever lived there. Of course people knew there was a man there, but Abia had enough money and power to shut folks up. Even so, the cops would have to locate her first.
Abia tossed the cigarette butt in the trash. Her next destination was one of her private rooms. It was a sickeningly pink bedroom filled with stuffed animals. She changed into pastel pink pajamas and hopped into bed with a giant stuffed animal. She cuddled the puppy close. Her boyfriend was such a sweetheart! He knew what she liked. She gently drifted off to sleep with the stuffed puppy in her arms.
It may have been a cute scene if she hadn't just tortured and killed someone.