Where is my sunshine?

I tapped restlessly on the steering staring out of the window waiting for a specific chocolate haired girl in baggy clothes and clumsy self.

It's been fifteen minutes since I texted her. Damn nine hundred seconds. Ryan texted me that she wasn't with him so she should've been here by now.

But she wasn't.

Which made my mind wander elsewhere. I had considered all the possibilities but it didn't make 17 minutes. Usually she's here in five. Something was wrong I could sense it.

I alerted all the guards to look for her. She wasn't seen in ground area as reported by Noah. And the tracer had been in the same place for last fifteen fcking minutes.

That's it!

I shared her location to the guards and rushed inside with long strides. No one dared to stop me. Afterall I was one of major sponsors here.

The heat in my body rose with every step and it wasn't until I was near the tracker a scream reached my ears. I recognized that voice and took out my pistol.

And that's when shit went downhill.

"BANG!!!"

And my instinct was right. A bunch of boys were seen in the barely lit room and I pulled the trigger the moment I saw a boy hovering over a girl.

No way that is ...

I felt a pang seeing her. With tear stained cheeks. Torne clothes. Bloodied self. Miserable state. Vulnerable smile. And then she wasn't looking at me anymore. She lost conciousness.

My blood boiled.

My heart beat racened.

Blood rushed through my veins.

Blood! Burn! Kill!

Everyone one of them. Easy death would be an escape. I'd make them see hell. I'd crack each bone and make sure they regret. They will pay for every tear of hers. Every drop of blood will be avenged.

I lifted her small figure in my arms curling her into myself when my men took control. They had to pay too. For their ignorant behavior. I fcking pay them for nothing.

"I want each one of them" I growled at Ryan before walking away. I'll deal with them later. I'll peel of their skins and burn their flesh. I'll make sure I do.

My foot was on the accelerator the whole time and I reached home in no time. Lifting her from passenger I rushed to our room. I already called the doc in.

"Few injuries, mild concussion ... nothing that some rest won't heal" The lady in her 40s said after she checked up on my baby and I nodded showing her the door.

She passed me the note with prescriptions scribbled on them and I asked Mary to accompany her out. She knew what her job was and she left in silence. As she should.

With a sharp breath I took off her shirt pecking her foreahead. Yes I'd deal with her injuries. Years of experience now.

I sprayed on her scars around the neck and changed her shirt. Her bleeding lip was treated too as well as scratches on her jaw.

But I made a mental note to make him suffer for every scar and scratch. They all will burn in my hell. I'm no God but they dared to lay hands on someone they'd regret for decades.

And they gotta pay for it.

While I took off her stockings an ugly bruise on her knee met my eyes and my fist clenched while my jaw hardened. It required all my strength not to burn holes in their hands now.

It was swollen pretty bad and had turned a shade of blue and red. After carefully bandaging it as I knew the vessels had been damaged and recover themselves.

I put on her fav trousers in place of skirt and covered her with duvet after giving an analgesic dose. She'd be okay. She'd be alright. She's fine. She's here.

I interlaced her fingers with mine still on my knees besides the bed and her hand felt like it had no life in it. The skin had been scratched off and I was sure it was a broken bones case or atleast crack.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I gave her feather pecks reassuring my heart- a part of me that was still alive until my phone rang.

Ryan spoke up."I've got all of them ...usual place" I hummed clenching my fists. This is gonna be .... dirty. I left my lil charm in Mary's care and asked her to inform me when she wakes up.

I knew she had an idea what happened.

The moment I entered the dark space the punch of satisfaction was something else. I finally felt alive. All of em were chained to the walls like fckin animals covered in red.

Blood.

I think I can let Ryan off the hook now. This once only. I gestured my people to leave and went around my favorite section searching for a proper bish. I'll start with the scratches first so ... nail clipper.

There's a lot difference in the clipper they and I know. The moment I turned the dread in their faces was so damn satisfying and the tiny cries healing my dark soul.

I walked over to him. The one I shot. The one who made my baby cry. The one who dared to be with her. The one who smelled her scent. The one who touch her with those filthy hands.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" And that's when he screamed when I pulled his nail out. "Ouch it was just the pinky" Then I pulled the nail of the thumb, then the fore finger and then side one and came the middle finger.

The best part was the sound. It was like tightening a screw. Harsh and brutal. And the rotten smell right after irritated me. He peed his pants. Kids these days.

Throwing away the lil bish I went for my favorite one these days. The finger clinker.

"Ple-Please don't don't-- No- Please-- I--Sir-Sorry"

His pleads were intriguing. My princess must've said the same. Did he stop? No.

He yelled when I clipped his middle finger. It made a 'clink' sound a reason why I named it finger clinker. And all other boys kept their mouths shut. They knew they had to.

I walked around blessing my ears with their pleads. The room was soundproof and we were far away from city. So the changes of them getting out alive weren't even grim.

And I'm not merciful. Not. At. All.

A boy was snoring. That damn piece of sh-- slept like that. I blasted a beer bottle on him and he hadn't stopped screaming for five minutes now. Alcohol ignites the wounds.

And I was back at choosing a different bish now. It had been an hour. An hour full of pleasure. This time when I grabbed a hammer a boy cried out.

"This i-is not .. This not .. We .. It was ... Lia ... We didn't .. she .. money ... let us live ... please .. we" I grabbed him by his collar.

"What. Did. You. Say?"

"Lia pa-paid u-us" An unexpected turn in story. Interesting. I blew his knee with hammer while saying. "I want the whole story" And in mere three minutes I vowed to break my own rules.

Lia is fckin dead.

I walked back to him. I had took out his nails and clipped two fingers. His cock had been injured and face was smashed. But would I stop here? No.

I took out my lighter and brought it infront of him. All the possibilities driving out muffled screams from him while I contemplated what should I do with him now.

And the fire caught his shirt as I expected. He jumped, screamed, yelled, cried, shouted, begged but I gazed at him. With ease. With satisfaction. With pleasure.

A bucket of water thrown on him and he fainted. All others were quite in same condition. I glared at the person who dared to interrupt my pleasure time and jimin stood across me.

I was pulled outside by him and I let him. "Are you fckin nuts?"

"So what if I'm?"

"Jeon fcking cock what if he had died. Torture is one thing but death is another"

"You're talking as if you don't see dead bodies every now and then. And remember who's the boss here?"

I glared at him and turned back to the door when I heard him say.

"Y/n. What if she knows you aren't a knight a fckin Armour but a monster in disguise?"

"And who'll tell her that?"

"She ain't a kindergarten kiddo whom you'll tell fairy tales she'll believe em. She'll believe what she sees and their dead bodies would top the list"

"What. Are. You. Trying. To. Say?"

"I'm just saying leave. Leave and I'll handle this matter."

"And what if I won't. What if I say I want to peel off their skins and pierce their flesh. I want to break each bone and crush every organ until there's nothing left"

"Go home y/n must be waiting" For the first time in a while I sighed. I knew what jimin was trying to say. The spark of rage was still there. The vengeance, the anger, the frustration ...

Now I have a weakness and I know I'm so fcked.

Love what are you doing to me?

To be continued