Part 22

[Past]

Lucien stared at the man in front of him who was crying silent tears of pain. He clicked his tongue and looked around at Arnold, his butler. "Why is he so annoying?"

"I don't know, young master." He looked at the man with an expressionless face. "Should I just finish him off?"

"Wait," Lucien turned back to him. "I'm going to ask for the last time, do you know a Lara?"

"I... I don't," he replied, sobbing full on now.

"Let me rephrase," Lucien leaned in and grabbed his jaw with his large fingers. "Do you remember the young girl you raped around seven years ago you son of a bitch?"

The man's eyes widened with recognition. His tears stopped. Lucien laughed, a hollow laugh with no amusement. "You have a daughter I believe?"

"No please-"

"Arnold, tell Jack to go. Now," he growled and Arnold hesitated for one second before leaving.

"No please don't harm my daughter, please I beg you. I will do anything. I will confess and go to jail please don't..."

"Jail?" Lucien cocked his head to the side as if he's just heard something unbelievably crazy. "You think you have the luxury to be in a jail? YOU THINK?" Lucien screamed at him and he flinched. "What was your name again? Ah yes, Brook. Brook fucking Brook. Even death will be merciful to a person like you."

"Dad!" Lucien looked around at the TV which was now on and on the screen was a girl with bright red hair and pretty freckles, calling out for her father in panic as a man tied her hands together.

"No... Bianca..." Tears began running down Brook's cheeks once again as he sobbed silently. "Please let her go I will do anything."

"Oh but you will do anything," Lucien smiled. Arnold entered the room with a phone in hand and handed it over to Lucien. "Hello Jack, yes the girl... yes." He turned to Brook. "Let's watch a most amusing show, Brook."

Brook's eyes drifted to the screen where his daughter was now being gagged by the man in all black clothing. The room they were in was clearly Bianca's room and she was soon pinned to the floor by the person Lucien called Jack.

"Which position did you do her in, Brook?" Lucien leaned forward and Brook tried to break free of his bonds. "Do you think the shackles come off so easily? How stupid of a former police officer... but then again police has always been stupid."

Lucien looked back on the screen as Jack stripped her down slowly, painfully. Brook shouted curses at Lucien and looked away, unable to continue watching his daughter be raped. Lucien signaled at Arnold and immediately he came with a nail clipper. And before Brook could even realize what has happened, Arnold clipped his thumbnail off. Screams ran out into the empty room, echoing and making it sound more terrifying. Goosebumps broke across Lucien's skin as he smiled in pleasure. "More."

Brook stopped screaming as his eyes found the TV screen where Jack was now inside Bianca, pounding into her from behind. But without giving a second of break Arnold started clipping the rest of his nails off, driving him insane with pain.

"You're lucky your daughter is sixteen," Lucien watched him in satisfaction. "Although I wouldn't have spared her even if she was ten."

Brook watched in horror as his fingertips and toes bled out. He wanted to pass out, to scream but after shouting for so long his throat was now dry, his brain numb.

"Is your throat dry? Do you want water?" Lucien waved a hand at Arnold. "We can't afford to have him passed out now can we? After all the fun has just begun."

Even in his pain Brooke could still see on the screen his daughter crying. "Should I call more people to satisfy your daughter?"

Brook couldn't reply. All his strength to fight was gone.

Lucien looked around as Arnold entered with boiling hot water in a cup. "Ah yes yes, please drink. Chief Brook, you deserve it."

"No..." he muttered weakly but Arnold already had his mouth open and forced the water down his throat. Brook made strange noises before he started bleeding from his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his breath shuddered.

"Oh no you mustn't die, Brook," Lucien smiled sweetly. "After all we still have the grand finale."

Brook wanted to say that he would rather just die but his throat had burned and even if he wanted to pass out he couldn't. Lucien reached under the TV and took out a butcher knife. "Bought this for mother but never got to use so..."

He slashed across Brook's torso in one smooth movement and before Arnold or Brook could react, what Lucien wanted to do was done.

"His di-"

"Do you have a problem, Arnold?" Lucien looked at Arnold and the latter shivered. He couldn't believe that the beautiful boy he's seen seventeen years ago has turned to the monster before him today. Arnold quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, "I apologize young master."

More tears rolled down Brook's cheeks and finally he could feel himself passing out. "Feed him to the dogs before he dies."

Arnold's eyes widened. What the man had done was horrible but what Lucien was doing not just to the man who's responsible but to his family as well... wasn't it too much?

The dogs were referred to the wolves that live in the forest behind the Luther mansion, known for their terrible hunger. They were raised by Arnold himself but Lucien had always had a strange unexplainable connection to animals.

Arnold carried the bleeding man out.

"Don't come back till you've made sure he's torn apart to pieces," Lucien whirled around with the look of a madman in his eyes. "Or I will do worse to you."

When Arnold came back Lucien was sitting on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through his phone. "What's left of him?" He questioned without looking up from his phone. Arnold held up a piece of Brook's skin, barely a centimeter in length. "The wolves were rather hungry today, huh."

Arnold went to wash himself off and when he came back Lucien stared at him. "You've changed, Arnold. Before you wouldn't have done anything like this."

"Life requires people to change, young master."

"I wouldn't think anyone can change this much." He stood up and walked over to where Arnold was and then cocked his head to the side. "You're not plotting anything, are you? Maybe something like... revenge for mother?"

Arnold looked back at Lucien with a neutral expression. Cardia, the woman he's done so much for only to become her butler. A selfish woman who's son had turned into a monster just like her, if not more.

"I'd fallen out of love with her a long time ago," he replied evenly. "I only continued working here because the pay was good, so you have nothing to worry about."

"Huh." Lucien kissed him on the cheek. "Good then, you can go home for today."

Arnold turned around and walked straight out, not looking anywhere but ahead of him. Five feet out however, he felt bile rise up his throat and he had to run into the spare staff bathroom outside in the garden to empty his stomach.

"Weak man," Lucien scoffed as he turned around and went back inside the house. "Yes Jack... look for Wedlie. We have four more people to take care off."

"And Bianca?"

"Dispose of her, why are you even asking?"

"I apologize," Jack sighed. "And removing all traces of their existence goes without saying, right?"

"Don't make me mad tonight Jack." He cut the phone.

"Ah... I'm heartbroken," Lucien looked at his phone screen which showed Lara's current location. "She left me too..." He felt tears build in his eyes and he rubbed them away. But the more he rubbed the more tears came.

"Ugh..."

In a few seconds he completely broke down, his heart unable to take anymore. "Mother you lied to me... Lara left me too... Lara... I love you so much why don't you understand... Am I so unlovable... I'm sorry, mother..."

He curled into a ball on the floor, his body shaking with tears. "I'm so pathetic..." he touched his forehead to his knees, closing his eyes which were still full of tears. "I'm so sorry... mother..."