40 Twisted

Trigger warning: Mentiong of r*pe, torturing and gore.

Atlas heard commotion and saw Lucas running towards the door. He sighed and took his gun from his pocket.

He didn't understand why they always ran, as if they could escape from the grim ripper coming for them.

"Run…run…. oops." He taunted before the sounds of gunshot echoed in the room.

Lucas's eyes bulged in fright. The fear was writ large on his unshaven face. The moment he reached the door, it was closed by the guards who were standing at the door.

Ice shivered down his spine as he lurched off the wall. His body stiffened in shock when a bullet hissed past his ear hitting the wall.

"Oopsie…I missed." Atlas taunted.

Sweat trickled down his spine and his chest stuttered.

"Run." Atlas commanded coldly.

Lucas eyes widened and his guts knotted. Atlas started shooting and Lucas trotted around the room like a guinea fowl to dodge the bullets. Atlas was toying with him. He never missed a shot and the fact that he kept missing Lucas by a centimeter showed how he was playing with him.

Lucas's face was now ashen and his dress was soaked with sweats but Atlas didn't stop. He kept shooting the bullet in his direction without care. A bullet hit his calf and he yelled in pain.

"Fvck!" He cussed in pain but didn't stop running. He limped around in pain.

Lucas started trembling like a piece of paper and he started crying. With a defeated heart, he stopped limping and stood at one spot, shivering and wincing at every pull of trigger.

"Maschera…please…have mercy…." He pleaded as his legs gave out and he crouched on the floor covering his ears. He was barely able to breath and fear paralyzed him.

"P-Please…I beg you....stop.." Hot tears of shame slid down from his paled cheeks while he begged for forgiveness.

Lost in his misery he didn't even realize that the bullet had stopped firing. Atlas paced towards him and crouched beside him.

The inner torment was all too visible on his face. Despair twisted and turned inside Lucas. The fear ate away at his sanity, reducing him to a gibbering wreck. He was always the one inflicting the fear and never in his life has he been this scared.

Atlas grabbed the back of his hair and forced his head up. Snorts were coming from his nose and his eyes were puffy. He looked so pathetic and not like a capo.

"I'm sorry…...sorry." He pleaded as he gaze at Atlas with the hope of that he would forgive him. Even though the possibility was slim.

"No, you're not sorry. You're just scared for your pathetic life." Atlas bit coldly, tucking the gun under his chin.

Lucas swallowed and tried to pull the family card.

"Maschera please…forgive me…. I have served you for so many years…don't kill me." He joined his hands and begged tears flowing desperately.

"Don't apologize to me. I'm not the one you hurt."

Lucas paused and slide his gaze to the young boy glaring at him with an expressionless face.

Lucas crawled towards the kid; he didn't even realize he was crawling at the moment. His fear had clouded his actions.

He knelt in front of the kid.

"Forgive me, okay? I…I have a kid too. My daughter is around your age. I will adopt you and you both can play together." Lucas pleaded through his sobs.

The kid just gazed down at him, saying nothing.

"My wife is pregnant…please for their sake please forgive me. I wouldn't do it again." He broke down in front of a kid.

The young boy's expression broke into a sinister smile and Lucas's face paled. If someone had told him a kid can cause a shiver to ran along his spine, he would have laughed but that look, it looked so dark and dangerous. How can a kid hold such a dark aura?

He gasped when Atlas grabbed his hair pulling him away from the kid.

"Watch what happens to fucking rapists in my camp. We are no heroes but we don't stand too low to force ourselves on helpless people. Especially women and kids."

Atlas said coldly to the others in the room.

Xavier brought a chair and his equipment's. Atlas began by cutting Lucas's clothes off his body slicing his body in the process. He screamed.

"Keep your mouth shut before I cut your tongue." Lucas's muscle tensed and he whimpered.

Atlas finally removed his underpants baring him naked in front of everyone. He then stuffed his underpants in his mouth silencing him.

"Let's begin. Shall we?"

******

30 minutes later, Atlas looked at his work and nodded in satisfaction. Lucas was tied to a pole. His lips were swollen, eyes blackened and nose broken. His body was stained with blood. All his fingers and toes were lying on the floor and an IV line was secured in his brachial veins. He had blood infusion on his right hand and fluids on his left.

Atlas didn't want him to die yet. The fun had just started.

"Wakie…..wakie" Atlas taunted. Lucas eyes were closed and he was barely breathing. The fact that he was still alive was a mystery. After all, even his tongue had been cut by Atlas because he was making noise.

Atlas waved at one of the guards who brought a bowl containing hot water. He grabbed the back of Lucas's head and put his face in the water.

Lucas screamed and he gasped for air. His face was now red and burnt.

"See it wasn't that hard to wake up." Atlas chuckled. He was enjoying this more than he should. The fear in Lucas's eyes excited him. He glanced at the wall and frowned. It was almost 9pm.

He had to end this quickly because he wanted to call his Angel before she sleeps.

"Now to the final part. You are going to have a taste of your own cock. Aren't you curious about how it tastes like?"

Lucas widened his eyes and shook his head.

"P-Please kill me…. please just end it."

Atlas let out a manic laughter which caused the people in the room to tremble. Some of them, their eyes contained fear. Others eyes contained admiration.

Atlas gaze fell on the kid and he paused. His expression betrayed no emotions but the storm brewing in those eyes was too evident. He thought all of this would be too much for him to handle but he surprised Atlas. He had stood throughout the whole ordeal without even flinching.

Without a word, he nodded at Atlas as if to thank him and walked out of the room.

Atlas knew the kid's childhood had been ripped from him. He was never going to be like the other kid but he would try his best to give him a childhood he deserves.

Anger churned in his chest, "I'm going to cut that stinking piece of shit and shoved it down your throat Lucas. It will be painful but don't worry. You wouldn't die until I'm done with you."