04/11/2025
⚔️My Mafia⚔️
Written By Authoress Dara.
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Chapter Two
*3 days later*
THE BENSON'S RESTAURANT—12PM
"Momma!!!!" Zinnia yelled as she blazed into the little restaurant her mum manages.
"Zin, what's up with you?" Mrs. Benson wrinkled her face, serving a customer.
"Oh momma, give me a big hug!" She gushed, rushing towards her mother and falling on her chest, almost colliding her back with the table of the customer she just served.
"Hey, watch out!" The customer warned and the mother and daughter moved to the centre.
"I won the scholarship!"
"Mum, i freaking won it!" Zinnia shouted happily, hugging her mother passionately.
"I'm so proud of you Zin." Her mum patted her on the back, smiling.
She can never ask for more than the success of this young lady.
But hold on....
She (Mrs. Benson) frown and disengaged the hug.
"I knew it! When will you ever learn to button up the first two buttons on your cloth? You this disobedient chick!" She fired, picking up a brokm.
"Woah, woah, easy." Zinnia cautioned as she took to her heels.
"Come back here!...... You dunce!" Her mother yelled furiously after her.
"Momma, is this how you're gonna celebrate my success????!!!!"
*
TORTURE ROOM —12PM
"Hand me the thumbscrew." Dugra ordered, his coldness illuminating the torture room.
"Here." Simon handed it over.
"Stretch forth your thumb." He said, his expression blank and his eyes full of hatred.
"No, Dugra please!" Don trembled, battling with the rope he is tied with.
"Don, my little old man." Dugra smirked, his hands brushing Don's hair before he landed a tingling slap on his cheek.
"I said STRETCH FORTH YOUR FU***NG THUMB!" He growled, his voice tinged with a hint of pure hatred.
"No, Dugra! Please, I'm sorry, have mercy on me!" He (Don) pleaded, blood oozing out of his bursted lips.
"Bring it in." Dugra ordered again and two hefty men entered, bringing along a metal boot full of hot coals that are as hot as lava, and placed it right in front of Don's left feet.
"Simon, is the iron maiden ready?"
"Yes Dugra."
"What about the guillotine?"
"It's ready."
"Great!" Dugra smirked and stood up, the thumbscrew in his hand.
He carelessly dipped Don's left feet into the metal boot and pressed a button that tightened the boot around his ankle.
At the same time, he forcefully stretched forth Don's thumb and crushed it with the thumbscrew.
"Aargh!" Came Don's cry of agony.
"Next time, when you hear the name VON, never come close to it." Dugra roared, crushing the next finger and pressing the metal boot button to make it more painful.
"Dugra, pleaseeee! Aargh!!!!!!" Don pleaded, feeling extreme pain.
He is praying for death but....
Hell!!!!
Death isn't coming.
"Next time Don! Next time!!" Dugra yelled, crushing the last finger, he then removed the boot.
Now Don is fingerless and footless.
"Open the iron maiden." Dugra ordered, getting up.
Don was still whimpering in pain when the golden statue came into view.
It lightens up the dark room but it's full of spikes.
"No! No!! No!!! Dugra, please!!!!"
"Get him in." He ordered again and the hefty men pulled Don up.
"No! Dugra! Dugra! Please!!!" He yelled as they drag him towards the iron maiden and locked him in.
Immediately the statue closed on him, blood started gushing out of his mouth and the other part if his body the spikes shook.
"Dugra......." He whispered, vomiting a handful of blood while Dugra smirked.
"When you get to hell.... kindly send my greetings to the devil and if you have a chance to talk to my parents in heaven, send my greetings to them also and tell them that, I, Dugra, their only surviving child will freaking fu***ng kill all those fu**ed up minds that killed them. Don't forget to send my greetings...... And also tell them i'm doing good."
"Dugra......." Don whispered in e-x-t-r-e-m-e pains.
"Release the guillotine!" And there came a big sharp blade that seperated Don's head from his body.
"Pack his body and dispose it somewhere." Dugra ordered before leaving.....
TBC.....
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