I am here guys again. Sorry to disappoint you like this. I am ashamed but honestly I am so busy these days. Thanks for coming here again. Hope you have a good day and enjoy the chapter.

Hope it will be worth it :((
Thanks to someone who is very much important to me Ms_starsky I Purple you

🔴𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 🔴

✨𝗜𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆✨

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Scar, after putting his neat shining, almost sparkling clothes on as he comes out of the hall not forgetting to take a glance at the boy and the shaking figure on the table, who is non-stop crying and weeping in severe pain. Both were badly choking on their tears when he left the place.

But Scar remains unfazed.

He is not guilty at all for what he has done to those people, they are his arts.

Why would he think he is dangerous? Why would he think he is a terrible and such a disastrous excuse of a human being? 

Nah! He is not bad.

He is evil!

A pure dreadful sickening wolf in the skin of a human. He is a predator in disguise. His morals are different from any other person. He thinks of himself as a unique body.

And he likes the way he does his things.

Oh, how much he loves making a person cry and bleed till they die, till they take that last fucking breathe which was sucked by the only one, Scar.

The honor he does to the people he fucked!

Note the sweetest sarcasm.

These sounds make him feel alive, make him feel as if he is living a new life again. Sounds of them screaming their soul out, crying out for help, for pity. For mercy.

M E R C Y.

Well, this is something Scar is unfamiliar with from the start. Never someone told him to give mercy to those people who can make him feel things. 

They are useless, it's better to make them vanish from this earth. They didn't have any rights to be alive. Every single second of their breathing and begging for their life drives him crazy. Why are they even alive? Why do they wish for life when death is better!?

Attachment.

It's a ferocious crime.

It is an alarming feeling which will lead to different emotions. They lead to sentiments, excitement, anger, rage, warmth, sensitivity, affection. And at last…

LOVE!

The four-letter word he hates to death.

It's a mystery for him. But he loves it, ramming them with what they didn't expect and ripping every life from his victims before giving them peace.

A hypnotizingly glorious peace of death!

It's been a long time since he fucked a girl. And he kinda missed it, if he is being honest. Not really but a little bit. Something which he named as time pass. The things he does when he is bored.

The last time he did it with an unknown girl who was nothing like anyone wanted their sex partner to be. She was dead when he started doing it. The dead body doesn't bother him at all, what bothers him was the fact she was not a virgin.

A completely used packet for him.

He wanted something new. And he wanted a little spice in it. So he did what he wanted, and what she deserved for being a bitch.

He slits her breasts open in one go, seasoning it.

Now it's more like a gift.

It was not a proper and healthy meal for him but it was good for starters. And then he did it.

He did it just once. Because she doesn't deserve a person like Scar. 'Dispose the body' that's what everyone told him to do. But he has many pets to care for.

They are also hungry like him!!

And he wanted to do that today too. But he wasn't able to finish his part because of work. He knows that she can never satisfy him as her inmate can, who he fucked all the time but he is still alive and breathing.

It amazes him for sure by how much he can endure. It makes him want to test and experiment on him more and more.

More to see how much he can take.

More to see how he will look after he breaks him fully down, like a prey under a predator's thirsty eyes.

If he talks about the girl, well she is tight, cause why not, after all, she is a virgin. The one he wanted for a long time.

Sluts these days give their body to everyone. They fucked like omega in heat. But knowing that the one you are going to fuck is a virgin, with a good face and no attitude,

Oh God! He loves it!! But...

Ugh!

He needs to finish what he started because he is still hard as fuck due to the sinful groaning of that boy named, Jimin, but work comes first. He will make them pay for it.

He will take care of that later, he has all the time to play with his dolls.

He passed through the long welcoming hallways which lead him right towards the massive stairs. A red carpet was elegantly and so freshly laying on it, giving it a grand, imperial hard look. A minimum of fifty bodyguards were standing there for the security of the place. And the next fifty were roaming here and there for further safety.

Now protection is most important when it comes to their utmost boss.

Their leader, their creator.

That person found this place almost like seven years ago. He created every one of them. Every person has its own speciality from which they grow further. And now this empire is vast, nobody knows how big it is.

And how they will know? There's nothing they can do about this job. It's strictly prohibited to talk when they are on duty, this place has cameras everywhere.

One mistake and you are dead.

Not a single soul will know where your body will be taken off after they give you the most painful death.

And well, nobody wants their family to suffer or endure their uncontrollably twisted rage. Where you only understand that place you are, is your life.

Nothing more, nothing else.

When the magnificent stairs passed, he was welcomed by the meeting hall. Hundreds of bodyguards were present there for their assurance. He opened the heavy black door after heaving a shaky sigh in nervousness.

He may be the big monster Scar but he can never compare his boss in any way. All his body was completely covered with red and black lights the moment he entered the hall, making him look totally in blood, basically deadly.

But blood is the definition of someone he is about to meet.

Scar is just a mere person with some twisted techniques and unlikable morals in life. But he is unique.

An extraordinary person with great skills in whatever he does, with outstanding tactics in this field where people came to enter but existing in this cruel world, is impossible.

"Welcome boss."

He bowed half-heartedly but immediately when he stared at the person sitting on the enormous rosy red sofa with two white, maybe British girls on both his sides, resting their palms on his chest gracefully, but fear was still somewhere visible in their hazy, musky eyes.

Fear, that's what everyone has here in their soul.

Scar wanted to throw up. His stomach was reflexing involuntarily fast from inside seeing those two girls, he hates people who are loaded with makeup, especially females.

But does this mean he will like any girl who doesn't wear makeup? Hell no! He liked only some unusually unique ones who were able to make a vital impact on him with a single glimpse.

"Sit boy!"

The tough soul ordered, in a cold manner. The voice crashes in the hall. Scar's spine erected unexpectedly making his eyes widen at how much effect the mafia boss has on him.

For a second he thought it was just the suddenness where there's no voice near him and suddenly he heard his boss that's what makes him think like what he feels. But the chilling sensation in his body that leads him to shiver is saying something else. Because trembling is the last thing Scar can do in this world.

He squatted down on the couch, a little bit uneasy about the whole situation. It's not his first time dealing with this but every single meeting with him feels new.

His boss is nowhere a boy or an adult man with a sweet yet scary voice, instead, he is a mysterious old man around his fifties, married with some children.

About his kids, well, it is confidential. But once he heard from someone that their creepy boss has a son and the next day, as usual, the rat was found dead with three people he told the secret to. 

So it's better to keep your mouth shut.

"How come you are here, boss?"

Scar asked, after making his voice stable. No matter how much he struggled, it broke a little at last, but went unnoticed by the man who was amused by the sluts around him, making Scar sigh in relaxation.

"You know why am I here." The boss smirked, a dark gaze straight throwing at the latter, who shifted on his seat by the effect.

"We have to complete what we started, SCAR. Did you find anyone for it? It's been years since we are experimenting and testing our topmost drugs on them for choosing the best ones to be in that line. I am here for you to tell me if it's started or not."

Never did ever his boss say this much to him, but today he did.

It's been straight five years, he remembers every soul moment, talking with him. Every time they talked, it's always praises and death notes for people working around him.

The Scar is well aware, what the reason is. 

Four years since they started this program, and are still working on it. All the doctors are still performing their work properly but all they need is time.

Time to check all the bodies to see how much they can withstand. They still need to see how much they can condone, how much they can tolerate the effects of tremendously dangerous and destructive drugs.

Scar nodded timidly at the question, his back straightened again, attentively listening to the person, he responded after gulping hard, afraid of what his boss would answer him in return.

"We are working on it, boss!"

Oh god!

He said it.

But what will their reaction be to this excuse of Scar's? Honestly, it's not an excuse because they are working on it, but not entirely true either.

Duty comes first but so are pleasure and desires. The very weakness of Scar. It is the only thing Scar wanted to do after his responsibilities.

The man scoffed at the freaking audacity, the boldness is something which he hates and now he wants to smash Scar's head on the glass table, wanting him to be dead at this moment for making him wait.

But he knows how to make it seem like nothing happened, but also everything happened. So he exclaimed, virtually telling him that he made a very big and terrible mistake in his life.

"Don't you dare lie to me on my face or I will fucking blow this place in one go and you will be dying here with those pussies of yours who you were fucking that time! Bastard!!"

Silence filled the walls, creeping everyone out. Nobody wants to breathe, afraid that he will listen. SCAR collects himself to reply again but shudders at the tone.

He didn't show that he is scared, even if he is a little. The fingers were shaking beneath his jacket, the heart was beating at an alarming rate,

"I t-told you, boss, we are w-working on it as you know it takes time. We will never disappoint you. You know that."

"Good for you!"

His gritted teeth turned into a moan and the frowned eyebrow softened in pleasure when the right white girl mouthed his neck wanted to relax him, and it made him loosen up instantly.

The smirk was not leaving his face, he turned to look at the girl sitting right next to him,

"Honey, want me to give you our Oneshot again? But..." He paused for a moment, "You are still sore after last night? Should I worry about it?"

The girl leaned forward and rest her head on his shoulder to give that perfect seducing look, with a deep moaning voice, she whimpered pathetically,

"You know me so well. There's nothing you need to worry about when it comes to me." In reaction, the boss smirked at the girl who was always there to quench his thirst.

She leaned a little more, her red swollen lips effortlessly finding the underskin of his left ear, then a whisper went, "You just need to slip inside."

Scar, who was looking at the scene with an unimpressed disgusting look on his face. Again the same scene was occurring in front of his poor eyes. Now they are going to fuck again ahead of him if they wanted.

He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible he cleared his throat, telling his fucking presence to them.

"Son of a bitch!" The boss gritted annoyingly, not wanting to be disturbed anymore.

He continued what he left after containing him in seconds, "Anyone of you here will betray me, then ready to kiss your family goodbye!!"

He growled, everyone in the room flinched due to the dominance of the man, except SCAR who was still disgusted. He was there gritting his teeth, irritated by the boss but he is not in a position to do anything at all.

"No one can deceive me!! You all got it!"

And then everything went silent as they saw how horny their boss is. He dismissed everyone in the room and went for what he left.

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A similar type of silence follows the room, a dark dense stillness that will kill the next moment in a flash. Just like the knife with the sharpest edge and with a pointed razor blade.

On the other side when Scar departs abandoning everything behind for a short time, he leaves a guilty Ares there with those two lifeless souls, who are barely alive.

He doesn't move from his spot, completely frozen by the scene in front of him. He still can't collect his thoughts. Tears now gradually forming in his eyes when he glanced at the two poor motionless species in front of him.

To be honest he is kinda thankful to himself that he didn't forget to wear a mask and specs. No one can find out those eyes which shows everything that he wanted to hide.

From the color to the emotions.

A weak and vulnerable boy hiding behind his tough self. Self-loathing was the feeling he earned now.

The tears got soaked in the mask when he closed them tightly to get rid of the drops which can disclose how much he is suffering at this moment.

His efforts were slow, same as his steps just like the slowest tortoise, even more slowly than that. With his unhurried pace, he walks forward towards the large table where the girl was lying down with tears in her eyes, which were closed.

The soft tears were landing on her neck, moistening it to the extent that her hairs were wet as if water was splashed on it.

Her sobs were barely audible, there's just her body trembling and shivering in the cold.

Or that's what he thought.

All of a sudden his gaze was stuck on that particular spot on her cloth, the dark red patch of blood, but he was confused because there's nothing from which the blood can flow out from her twitching body.

Everything was clear but then his eyes caught a quick glimpse of her legs.

She is NAKED.

His heart started flipping back and forth, now not beating at its normal rate. Many questions were building and destroying in his mind. What is going on?  What's happening?

His wide eyes were looking away from her, not believing what he saw. With unstable breath he turned around and ran straight to the power button, turning it on for the next scene.

The hall was not that dark, everything was totally visible but his heart was not accepting the truth.

Something is wrong. He is clearly seeing that dark shadow in front of him. The very similar dark shadow, who warned him to stay the hell away from her.

The exact same shadow who warned Ares to stop doing whatever he was about to do that time to her.

And the exact same shadow, the same darkness, the same gloomy silhouette who beat the hell out of him, just because of how Ares keeps an eye on her.

How he followed her all day.

But no one knows why he did it and what's the reason behind it.

All the energy broke out of his body when he turned on the lights and his eyes caught the glimpses of blood that was settling between her legs.

He gulped hard and stumbled back a few steps in shock. Panic started bubbling inside him.

'No! God tell me this is not what I am thinking? No! Please!'

He breaths through his lips, eyes were dropping in dizziness and anxiety. He bites his lips, not wanted the tears to land on his cheeks.

This feeling.

This exact one feeling was there in him for years.

Remorse, regret, repentance.

That's what he is feeling right at this exact moment.

These three words are clearly describing his heart and mind. His sanity was invariably a mess when it comes to them. He is scared but why did he show anyone that he is, it's not like they care...

As always.

But when those freaking situations wanted to play games with him and when conditions get worse like being upside down. When it comes to her, he wanted to shout, yell, scream at them not to hurt her, but what will happen, nothing right?

Deceiving them is like jumping in the death valley by yourself. He will be dead in second even if he is now the most important person and their right-hand man in these years by working hard day and night.

He doesn't forget the fact that they embraced him when he needed shelter the most. He was roaming on the streets, was about to die, away from his most precious person who he cared to death.

Oh lord!

He can never rebel against them.

They are powerful, ridiculously powerful.

How can he!!? No! Oh God! What will he do now?

And again like all the little battles inside his heart, this also dies down after a tiny thunder. As always he was just here to obey them. He can do nothing.

It doesn't matter, now it's a matter of survival.

He can never help her and he needs to print this line in his mind. They will do whatever they want with them like always.

Ares wanted to fight.

But again, he can never able to leave this place, these people. Guess he is living and dying at the same time.

His eyes immediately turned to his back as he sniffled and cleared his throat when he felt the presence of someone entering the hall with stretchers. With a grim and unhappy face, the other person looked at Ares, telling him it's time to shift them.

Ares closed his eyes tightly, now those shiny eyes spilled the fat tear on his pale cheeks. Nobody can win against them. And just like everybody else here, he is helpless.

He is a coward.

He hopes everything disappears when he's alone.

He hopes things disappear like they were not there in the first place.

He wants it to be a mirage.

He hopes his damn self disappears.

He wanted to abandon this freaking world.

And at this moment he's drifting to the sky.

And now he's falling. Falling really hard in the deep hole of darkness and fear.

But he knows something.

There's only one thing which is stronger than fear.

H O P E.

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