Lucia: Why do I have to do everything by myself, goddammit!
Lucia sank into her office chair with her legs on her desk, clearly irritated.
The conversation with her father didn't go as she hoped it would.
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HOURS AGO
Lucia: What do you say we kill him?
Lord Tobias suddenly looked up from his letters and stared at her, not surprised by her audacity but disappointed. Yet he said nothing and simply looked back down at his letters.
Now Lucia was having none of it.
Lucia: Why, Father? Are you against it?
You know, sometimes I do think you are pretending not to like Collin. In fact, I think you adore him more than me.
TELL ME! Am I right? Or am I right?
Lord Tobias: If you have nothing better to tell me, then leave. As you can see, I am busy.
Lord Tobias said coldly, not sparing a glance at her.
Lucia tightened her fists.
Lucia: Fine. I came to tell you that Collin went to the mansion with the girl.
Lord Tobias: And?
Lucia: Is that all you can say? And?
Just then a guard entered.
Guard: My apologies for interrupting you, Lord Tobias.
Lord Tobias: Go on.
Guard: The men are in the torture room, just as you ordered.
Lord Tobias: Good!
Lucia, I want you to take care of them.
Lucia: And why should I?
Lord Tobias: Because I say so. Don't you dare question me. NOW MOVE!
Lucia: Geez, okay, okay, I'm going.
Do think about what I said, Father. I will be happy to get rid of him.
Lucia said with a grin.
But her face turned cold as she turned to face the guard.
Lucia: Move!!
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Guard: Miss Lucia is here, captain.
One of the guards reported.
Captain: This is not good. If Lucia was here, it meant trouble.
Alright, I'll go meet the miss. Ensure they're suffering as she desires. You know what happens when the torture doesn't meet her expectations.
Guard: Yes, Captain.
The guard nodded and left.
Lucia entered, exuding an air of authority.
She opened the door to the room where the captain was fearfully pacing.
Captain: Miss...
The captain began to speak, but Lucia silenced him with a gesture. She placed a finger on her lips, signaling him to shut it even before he could let out a word. Her expression was cold.
Lucia: Who are you?
Captain: I am the captain in charge of the torture room, miss.
Lucia: Ah, I see. Great.
Now tell me, what do you suggest I do to those pretty dolls?
Lucia asked in a taunting tone. The captain was lost of words and had no idea how to respond to her.
Captain: I... you... Whatever you deem fit, miss.
Lucia: Yuck, I hate that response. But anyways, I guess you're right.
Also, today was a bad day. I hate bad days.
The captain simply stood still, watching her. She sounded like a lunatic with the way she spoke.
Lucia: Lead the way. I want to be entertained.
Captain: Yes, miss.
*WARNING - DISTURBING CONTENT*
The atmosphere in the torture room changed the moment Lucia entered with the captain. What she saw was five men with their hands tied behind their backs and their heads covered with black bags.
Their backs were torn, and you could see the blood all over.
Lucia: Hmmm, interesting.
The torturers stopped, surprised by Lucia's sudden appearance. The men being tortured, though in pain, wondered what was happening. Were they being spared?
Each of them braced themselves for the torment to resume.
No one dared to speak, fearing they might share the same fate as the men being tortured. It could be said that Lucia was far more feared than Lord Tobias himself. They dreaded her punishments.
Lucia: Hmmm, interesting.
Let's make this even more fun, shall we?
You, fetch me a bucket of boiling water.
Lucia pointed at the guard she came with.
Guard: Yes, miss.
With a wicked smile on her lips, she walked majestically and took a seat on the black throne-like chair meant for Lord Tobias.
The men looked at each other in confusion, but no one dared to speak.
They all wondered what the boiled water was going to be used for but they knew it was definitely not going to be good.
Guard: Here, miss. I filled it to the brim miss.
Lucia: Hahahaha, even better.
Now, Captain.
Captain: Yes, miss.
Lucia I need something else from you.
Captain: What is it, miss?
Lucia: Hmmm, let's see. Aha, a claw chain
Captain: Matteo! claw chain.
Right then a man with a burnt mark on his neck stepped forward, holding a chain with two sharp and pointy hooks at each end.
There was tension in the air.
The captain took the Claw chain from Matteo and presented it to Lucia
Captain: Here you go, miss.
Lucia: Sweet.
Lucia took the claw chain with excitement on her face.
She then walked straight towards the five men lined up.
All eyes were on her.
Lucia: Hmm, ini mini miny mo.
Hahaaaa
Before anyone could tell what was happening, Lucia swiftly wrapped the chain tightly around the neck of one of the men, then she embedded the hooks into his eyelids and deep into his forehead.
It was gruesome.
Man: Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!
Lucia: Hahahahaaaaaa
The screams of the man mixed with Lucia's laughter filled the room as his eyeballs threatened to pop out. Blood gushed out and splattered everywhere.
The guards present, including the captain, were terrified and couldn't believe what they were witnessing. It was unimaginable cruelty.
Lucia let go of the man and watched him move around in pain, screaming. She was clearly enjoying the chaos.
Lucia: Don't run away, my little doll. We are not done playing yet.
You two, grab him.
The two guards did as they were told. With a signal from Lucia, they brought the man closer to the bucket filled with the boiled water.
Lucia: Turn him upside down.
Having an idea of what she was hinting at, the two guards turned the man upside down and immersed his head into the water amidst his screams.
His flesh bubbled and peeled, and the water turned blood red.
There was no way he was going to survive the torture. With the chain still wrapped around his neck, the man began to choke in the water.
Slowly his shaking reduced. He was dead.
The guards dropped his legs as the bucket turned together with the falling body. Water mixed with blood scattered on the floor.
Lucia: Ha, that was fun.
Captain: ...
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Lord Tobias stood from his desk. He reached for a picture frame on his shelf. It was a picture of a woman.
Lord Tobias: Why did you have to go?