Chapter A Monster
Fifteen men in black suits were on their knees as Dante walked into the place. It was a huge abandoned warehouse with barely any signs of luxury that suited a person of Dante’s status.
A neat chair was however there for him to sit and Dante calmly sat down. More men were standing in the room, each of them with a gun in hand while the ones on their knees had been unarmed.
Behind Dante were three other men in black suits. Dante stretched his right hand out and one of the men gave him a gun.
Dante grinned at the gun, a menacing grin which was the only type of grin the men in the room had the chance to see on the face of their boss.
Without uttering a single word, Dante shot at one of the men and he dropped down dead.
The fourteen other men gasped while every other person remained absolutely calm.
“There…. He looks better dead and gone and you all are going to be looking just like him if you don’t tell me where the bags are”
“I swear, boss. We don’t know the bags of drugs got missing so suddenly….”
A gunshot cut the man off and he was on the floor too, dead.
Whimpers from the thirteen other men filled the room.
“Are you ready to speak now? Or do I have to go on with this? 10, 000 bags… How did it go missing while you all were on guard?”
The men exchanged glances, each not wanting to speak up for fear of being killed instantly.
“You know one thing you should not do? Stealing from Dante Romano.”
“We would not dare to steal from you, boss. We are honest and….”
Another gunshot and the man dropped dead.
“I see you all are bent on dying” Dante chuckled.
“But this is getting really boring, isn’t it? I could fix that” he grinned at them and the grin faded away as quickly as it had appeared.
“The cauldron?” Dante called out to his right hand man, Ditto.
“It is ready, boss” Ditto replied.
Dante looked at the men on their knees, wanting to pick the one who would be getting into the cauldron.
He stretched his right hand forth, his finger on the trigger. He picked one randomly and shot him in the thigh.
“Him”
The man groaned in pains, falling to the floor, trying to reach for his shot thigh but his hands had been tied behind him so he could only writh in pains.
Two men walked to the shot man and picked him up, heading to the other side of the warehouse where there was a huge cauldron with heated oil in it.
“Please!! Please let go of me!! Please!!” The shot man screamed, pleading for mercy and crying but he knew very well enough that mercy did not exist in Dante’s world.
Dante could do away with the ten thousand bags of drugs but he would never ever let someone steal from him and live.
The shot man struggled, screamed and begged but the two men dumped him into the huge cauldron nevertheless.
With his hands tied, the man could barely even struggle. He screamed as the hot oil burnt his skin.
The others who had died from just being shot were lucky and he wished he was that lucky.
“Here you go, boss” Ditto handed a glass of wine to Dante.
Dante lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. The screams of the dying man filled the room but Dante was unaffected.
“Get the metal plate, the rats and some hot coals” Dante ordered as the screams of the man slowly faded as life left the man inside of the cauldron.
“You know what’s beautiful here?” Dante asked the remaining men who were now covered in sweats, knowing they would be suffering worse fate.
“The fact that the first five men to die are actually very lucky. For the last ten men, I am going to make it a nice, pretty family reunion by sending your family to you all in the afterlife”
“All ready” Ditto said to Dante and Dante got up from the chair, handing the glass of wine over to Ditto.
He walked up to one of the men and dragged him out. The man whimpered as Dante dragged him out.
Dante pressed the man to the floor and stretched his hand out. A pretty huge metal plate was handed to him.
“Please boss… Mercy!” The man begged and screamed.
Dante hissed and punched him in the face, breaking his nose and splitting his lips. The man groaned in pains as Dante took a cage of rats from Ditto.
He ripped off the shirt the man was putting on, revealing the flesh of his tummy. The man struggled and screamed as Dante placed the heavy metal plate over his stomach before raising the plate up slightly and releasing four rats into it.
The man’s screams got louder as he felt the rats on his flesh.
Dante got up on his feet and Ditto dumped a couple of hot coals on the metal plate, heating the metal up and causing the rats to scramble and run all over the man’s stomach, in search of a way out to escape from the heat.
Left with no choice, the rats began gnawing at the flesh of the man, seeking refuge from the heat.
The man screamed and screamed as the rat ate his flesh. A few minutes passed, few minutes of dread for the men left on their knees as they had no idea what way they would be killed.
Dante returned to his seat, adjusting his black tie. He glanced at his wristwatch. He did not want to be out for too long, he wanted to be back home to ensure Mireille was doing fine.
“I will say the truth!!” One of the men screamed out and the other men shut their eyes tightly, seemingly in disappointment.
“Let me hear it. Perhaps I could spare you” Dante leaned forward.
“We… We stole the ten thousand bags.” He cried out.
“We have been planning this for quite some time now. We dug… Dug up a basement just outside of this warehouse where we can store the drugs before we are able to sneak them out of the premises entirely. I never… I never wanted to join them in stealing from you but they threatened to eliminate me. Please spare me boss”
Dante shook his head and grabbed a gun from Ditto, getting up from the chair.
“Y’all made me come all the way here when you could have easily confessed and not waste so much of my time.” He waved the gun in front of the men but didn’t shoot
“Get back the bags and get rid of all of them” Dante instructed Ditto.
“Including the man who confessed?”
Dante paused for a second, his eyes squinting.
“Do I need to show you what I mean when I say ‘all’?” His finger reached for the trigger and Ditto took two steps backwards quickly.
“When I say all, I fucking mean every single one of them”
“Yes boss.”