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{ S*X AND HATE... }

CHAPTER 03🦋04

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{ QUEEN OF BRUTALITY }

<FIVE-STAR HOTEL \ 1:05 AM>

"Linus Maynard," I say to the receptionist sitting behind the black desk.

She furrows her brows at me, looking very confused and lost. "Uh... Hi. Welcome to Rainbow Hotel. How may I help you, please?"

"Linus Maynard," I repeat, shooting daggers at her through my eyes. Now listen, I am not pissed off at this young lady. I naturally have a hard-looking face - dad can testify. So if you see me glaring, just walk past by. I am not mad at you.

She lets out a nervous laughter. "Uhm, I'm sorry. But I don't understand."

Is she trying to act smart with me or is she naturally just dumb? There is only one way to find out.

I place my elbow on the desk and lean my face close to hers, holding her gaze. If she was a part of the criminal world, she will know who I am because apparently everyone knows who I am in the mafia world. And there is no way she will be able to speak while looking into my eyes. However, she still looks very scared and uncomfortable. And funny enough I am being on my nice and best behavior. Like come on, I'm not that bad.

"I am here to see Linus Maynard. What is his room number?" I explain as best as I can.

She batted her eyelashes with a deep frown on her face. "Okay? Does he know you are here to see him?"

"Nope. It is a surprise visit." I lied.

"A surprise visit?" She shakes her head. "I'm sorry but I won't be giving you his room number. He didn't tell me he was expecting a guest."

Uh... Doesn't a surprise visit mean the person isn't aware of your arrival? Or am I missing something here?

I just figured it out... She is naturally dumb.

"It is a surprise visit which means that he isn't expecting me. Don't you get it?" I am losing my patience gradually.

She seem to be in deep thought, contemplating whether or not to let me in. One way or another I am going to look for Linus in this f**king hotel, get back my father's shipment, and then kill him. If I have to kill this receptionist to get this mission accomplished... Then RIP to her.

"Fine. I will give you his room number but," She passes down a book and a pen to me. "You will have to drop your details there."

"Like my name?"

"Yes. And phone number."

"Why?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Just in case."

"Alright then..." I scribble down on the note and give it back to her. "There it is."

She glances over at it. I notice her hand trembling. She is afraid of me. This is the effect I have on people whenever they see me around.

"Okay, Miss. Jenny." She looks up at me. What? You didn't expect me to give in my real name, did you? I am not new to this game, okay? "He is in room 95." She says.

Finally.

I smirked and push myself off the desk, backing away. "You've just saved a life," More like she just saved her life. Because I would have blown off her brains, ransacked through her desk, and get what I f**king want. And ironically, she just killed a life because that's what I came here for. "See you around. Not." I wink and left the lounge, going through the flight of stairs to find the one person whose death is very close.

This is going to be fun.

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I knock on the door, humming to a song, living hell by Bella Poarch while chewing bubble gum.

There is no answer.

I am not leaving here until I get what I want.

I knock again. This time around it was a bit louder, clutching the black bag that holds different kinds of torture tools.

Some people might say, why not use a simple gun to threaten him? I am well known for my brutality. I love giving slow and painful death. The screams that escapes their mouth and the pain that explore their body whenever I torture them make me feel like I am a god. I have control over their agony and I hear them scream, begging me to spare their miserable lives. It is like I have their life at my grasp and I can decide what I do with it. Should I crush it or let go? Either way, it is my decision to make.

As I said, I am no psychopath but feel free to call me a monster.

I hear shuffling from inside followed by a loud curse.

"Did you ask for room service?" Someone asks. I think the voice belongs to him.

"No. What about you?" A female voice responded.

"Of course not."

"Maybe they came to the wrong room. Just go and see to it. I want to sleep."

I wait patiently, tapping my foot on the floorboard and nodding my head to the music I was listening to in my earphone.

The door unlocking brings a smirk to my face as I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me.

Eventually, the door opened and his face appear in front of me. "You've got the_" He stops talking when he sees my face. His eyes almost pulled out of its socket. He swallowed his saliva nervously and was going to shut the door in my face when I immediately stuck my foot in between, keeping the door open for me.

I didn't come all the way here to get a door slammed in my face.

"Hey, that's not a nice way to treat a guest, Linus." I push the door open and enter, kicking it close behind us with my foot. "Long time no see, my friend."

"What... What are you doing here? How... How did... How did you find me?" He stammer in fear as his breath picked up to an unusual pace.

I was scared he was going to die before I even lay my hands on him.

"What? Did you think I am not going to find out who stole my father's shipment? Don't be stupid. You should never have underestimated me, Linus." I say.

I notice movement on the bed and then suddenly a girl brought up her head to look at us, squinting her eyes a little bit.

"Hi." I wave, acting like a good girl which I'm clearly not.

She pinched her brows together. I could see the confusion in her eyes. "Hi? Linus, what is going on? She doesn't look like she works for the hotel or as a room server. Who is she? Wait, did you call a girl for a threesome?"

Linus remains silent. His legs were shaking like a jellyfish and I almost burst out into fits of laughter. But I am not here for jokes.

"Your dear Linus can't talk for now. He is still in shock." I smirk.

"Who are you?" She asks me, standing up to her feet. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" I repeat as I drop the black bag on the bed. "Well, I am here to get back what he stole from me."

"Stole from you? What are you talking about? Why will Linus steal anything from you?" She questions.

There are a lot of things I hate in this world. If I start listing them, no one would be leaving this place, trust me. Anyway, one of the things I hate is questions. Do not ask me stupid questions because they make me feel interrogated and controlled. I hate those feelings and right now, I am feeling that way because of this bitch who is f**king a man old enough to be her damn father.

"You see your boyfriend over there?" I nod my head at Linus. "Do you see how quiet and calm he is?" She looks at him and then moves her gaze back to me. "I will advice you to learn from him now and stop asking questions that will cut your life short."

"Excuse me? Are you threatening me? Who let you in here, anyway? How dare them let a maniac into my room? I swear I am going to sue this hot_" I shut her off by hitting her on the head. "Ah." She shriek and dropped to the ground, unconscious. I didn't even apply pressure and she is already unconscious on the ground. What if I had hit her hard with my strength? Then she would be dead by now.

"You... You don't scare me." Linus stutter.

"You don't sound convincing." I open the zipper of the bag and took out a small knife. "Seat."

"N... No."

"I do not want to repeat myself. Do as I say right now." I groan.

He hesitantly sits down at the edge of the bed, stealing glances at me and the knife I am holding.

I collect a chair by the dressing table area and sit in front of Linus.

"What made you feel you can steal from my empire and go freely?" I tilt my head to the side, watching him closely.

"I... I... What are you going to do? Kill me?"

Trying to act tough, huh? Nice. Really nice.

I drop the knife and take out another tool. It was a nail cutter. I know what you are thinking... Nail cutter? What do I want to probably do with something as less frightening as this? You will see why they call me the queen of brutality. I can make a dangerous weapon out of anything.

I pull out a small piece of cloth and clasped it around his mouth to muffle his scream of pain. Because there is going to be a lot of screaming tonight.

He struggle to speak but the cloth wrapped around his mouth didn't grant him access. I tied his hands and legs as well. If you are expecting him to put up a fight with me, then think again. He knows better than to do that.

"Okay, where should we start?" I sit back down on the chair in front of him and cross my leg over the other, twirling the nail cutter over my fingers. "I will ask you questions and if you are going to give me a straightforward answer, blink thrice. If you dare blink thrice and still lie to my face, you will earn yourself pain." I say. "Are you ready?"

He frantically nods his head.

"Good boy. Firstly, what made you steal from my father?" I throw the first question, looking into his eyes for a reaction. He didn't blink. "Oh, I guess I didn't tell you the consequences of not answering my question."

I stand up and tore his shirt open. He seem to be saying something but the cloth muffle his words and made it sound like he was saying gibberish.

I bring the nail cutter close to his chest and clip his left n*pples so hard that blood gushes out of it.

I see his face goes red and he starts struggling to pull himself from me.

I smile dangerously, loving the pain he was going through. He should never take my words and warning for a joke.

I pull out the nail cutter and oh boy, it doesn't look so nice. No girl will definitely want to f**k a boy with no n*pples. Wait, what am I saying? His d**k is what matters and if it is still intact then he is good to go. But that is if he was going to survive this torture with his complete body parts.

"Are you going to answer my question now?"

He blinks thrice while nodding his head as well, breathing heavily from both pain and fear.

I drop down the cloth around his mouth and raised a brow, giving him the go-ahead look.

"I... I just wanted to spite your empire." He answered.

I put back the cloth in his mouth and folded my arms over my chest. "Oh, I see. Where is the shipment now?"

He didn't react to the question. Again. Does this man love torture this much? What is his problem? Can't he just answer my question instead of going through all this shit?

Well, whatever. I love inflicting pain on people anyway.

This time around I go for his thumb finger. He doesn't have long nails but I am still able to clip the tip of it and just like that, I start taking off the whole nail on his thumb finger, watching his eyes budge open and his face reddened even more. I successfully take off the nail on his left thumb finger and throw it to the floor.

"F**king answer me," I growled.

He blink thrice and when I take off the piece of cloth once again, he was practically crying.

"I... It hurts." He sobs as he gazes at his bleeding thumb finger and n*pple.

I really wish Harry can watch his uncle go through all this pain. I want to see the look on his face. Because sooner or later, he will be my next target. His death will be an even slower one. I promise.

"It... It is in my house. I have an underground that no one knows about."

"How do I get into your underground?" I query.

He swallows, sweat forming on his face and dripping down to his body.

"I have a library. When you go in, you will see a different kinds of books. The one with the button to the underground has a photo of Ronaldo."

"Ronaldo? The football player?"

"Ye... Yes. Please stop the torture. Please let me go. I've told you all you need to know." He cries.

"I will stop torturing you. You've earned it." I drop the nail cutter and knife into the black bag. "However,"

He gives me a look of fright, wondering what I am going to say next.

"You have to die."

"What... What?"

"You might have told me where you left the shipment but you dare steal from us which you should never have done in the first place. And most especially, you are a member of the Maynard. You don't know how much I want to kill every one of you. It is like a damn lottery. Just as you stole from us to spite my father... I am going to kill you to spite your brother and his empire. Too bad, you won't be able to witness the long run." In a flash, I slit his throat open. Aside from carrying a knife in a bag. I also take a knife along in my body. It is either at the back of my pocket or in my waistband. Anyway, one thing is certain, I go nowhere without my knife.

Blood gushes out of the opening on his neck and he slumped to the floor, gagging out blood from his mouth.

It is so fun to watch this scene. I even take out my phone to capture this wonderful moment.

I sniff the air as I close my eyes momentarily. Blood. I smell it. And I love this smell so much.

My phone started buzzing. It was my father. I quickly answer the call.

"It is done."

"You are the true daughter of your father, Love."

I chuckle. "Of course, I am. Send some men over to his house. He left the shipment underground."

"He has an underground?"

"Apparently the idiot does. They will find the button in one of the books with an image of Ronaldo. I guess they will either pull the book out or something to get it open. I don't know."

"Ronaldo? The football player?"

"I asked him that same question." Father laughs loudly. "Well, yes. That same Ronaldo."

"Okay. See you at home."

"Hmm."

I hang up the call.

Linus is already dead on the floor by the time I finish making the call. I pick up my bag and left the room, going through the window regardless of the height of the building. It was so easy to find my way down without calling attention to myself.

I walk towards my motorbike parked by the side of the building. Just as I am going to hop on, I hear footsteps approaching me. And suddenly a knife was thrown at me. I quickly duck and the knife hit the wall, getting stuck in it. If I wasn't fast enough, it is my forehead this knife will be stuck in.

There is only one person who can do something as skillful as this. He is as good as me.

I turn around and just as I have predicted. It was him.

Harry f**king Maynard. Someone get me a gun.

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