CHAPTER 3: CRAZED

In a distance, a man in expensive black suit strode inside the bar with powerful steps. A murderous glare from his pitch black eyes, showcasing endless pit of darkness. Millions of unraveled mysteries hidden behind those dark but enthralling irises.

Wars would be waged, blood would spill, anyone can see death door once staring at those. His aura was suffocating, enough to kill people out of fear. And that's what will exactly happen at this moment. Today, this club will be burned down to ashes. The same place where his sister's life was ruined. Although, it wasn't actually the club's fault but it was partly theirs, especially after her screams of help yet they turned blind eye to her. She was screaming, begging for the men to stop but the didn't.

Her lewd body had been exposed to their eyes while she was being raped but no one batted an eye to her. Admit that his sister should be the one to be blame for coming in such a horrid place at the very beginning but it didn't do nothing to quench his anger. She was a Johansenn, his little pampered princess who should be untouchable. Her job was to spend his money and beautify herself and live the life of luxury. Not a hair was uprooted by him nor did he ever hurt his delicate princess.

How dare they do that to her under his nose?.

She was badly traumatized by the incident that almost made her insane, she was even scared of her own brother. Now, she was still currently in a mental asylum for recovery.

Because of that, no one will be left unscathed at this place.

Anyone can feel shivers running down their spines upon his silent anger. No one knows why but warning bells suddenly rang at their ears just to ran and leave the place not to indulge theirselves. Thus, when he entered, the bar was emptied clean and devoid of any people except for the manager and the workers themselves. The man he swore to slowly torture for vengeance.

"boss, the bombs had been implanted" informed one the men who stepped forward to whisper. The man calmly nodded his head as if blowing up this place isn't a big deal.

"good, start the timer" he ordered then stared down at his latest Patik Philippe Nautilus watch.

Exactly 5:00.

"30 minutes"

"understood boss" replied the man shooting his companions a pointed look.

One simple twitch of his fingers were enough to start the plan and gather the rest to capture the bar's manager's men without him knowing it. The man leisurely climbed the staircase and walked towards the already set couch for him to occupy. In order for anything not to be overly suspicious, he chose to bring only three of his trusted body guards with him. Also, the most trained ones that won't bat an eye to naked women in case the manager will pull his dirty tricks against them. He should've just simply sent his men to do the job but he wanted to do it with his own two hands. Mainly, this involved his beloved but foolish little sister.

"Welcome, Mr. Johansenn" swiftly greeted the club's manager upon his arrival.

His big belly obviously peeking from his tight suit due to his pigish stomach.

A wide smile stretching his old lips, crinkles underneath his glassed eyes.

Contrary to the him, not a single glint of amusement or neither smile was seen from the man's face. It was just...blank. He didn't bother to exchange pleasantries and directly sat down. Glassess of liquor and fresh cigars were automatically served at his front. However, he shooed it away and proceeded straight to business. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed women dressed in revealing clothes approaching. There were five of them in total to distract him. His predictions were all right after all.

He didn't miss the silent signal for the women to start doing their job, to seduce them. Not for long, three of them began to stir a conversation with his body guards, their touches, flirtatious whilst groping at their chest.

Much to their dismay, the men was having none of it, they were stiff as rocks despite the crawling hands on their chiseled bodies.

"to what this pleasure do I owe you, Mr Johansenn? " asked the manager, downing down the glass of liquor in one go when the man didn't showed any intentions of drinking it. There was a slight smirk on his lips that quickly vanished as fast as it came.

"you know exactly why I am here, old man Detsin" replied the man sarcastically.

He picked one glass, twirling it then gulped it down. Next, he lighted a cigarette, blowing the puffs of smoke right at Detsin's face. Detsin tried his best not it be offended by his remarks and disrespectful actions. He was triple the young man's age but he could only swallow his complaints knowing what will happen if he provoke this man. He wasn't aware why the man was exactly here but his visit was considered luck for this bar. He was a Johansenn, the man who ruled the city of Ivanov, a city neighboring Telsus with an iron fist. A merciless tyrant, an underworld lord who will torture people for fun and shoot heads whenever he felt like it. One click of his finger can easily drain Detsin's wealth and throw him to the scums he once belonged.

One of the women earlier tried to sit on his lap, attempting to execute their job. However, he shot her a disgusted look and that was enough for the woman to scurry away in fright. Seconds didn't passed when a woman in red also stepped in with light steps. Unlike the first who was reeking in confidence on doing this dirty job with bare body, she was staring down the floor as if admiring it.

He didn't stop her.

Instead, he was intrigued by her at one glance. Not to mention her outstanding beauty from the rest and the glint on her eyes that swiftly disappeared as quick as it came. Maybe getting a girl here before destroying this place wouldn't be a bad idea. Luckily, he managed to tear his gaze away from the distraction and checked the time.

5:10.

Ten minutes are wasted.

Hesitatingly, the woman sat down beside him, inching closer and closer whenever he looked away. He was taken aback for once when she felt her dainty fingers resting on his thigh, tracing upwards but stopped midway. He was used by woman's touches, the one who threw theirselves at their feet but he turned blind eye to them. One thing tht he hated was physical contact with those annoying people, including her. When he glared at her, she flashed him a sheepish apologetic but strained smile before retracting her hands to place on the couch instead. Back to hanging her head low again.

What an adorable little thing she is?.

It reminds him of his sister whenever she needed something from him. Right, he needed to avenge his sweet little princess.

"what are you doing?, please the guest!" the manager hissed, and underlying threat on his tone.

Auryll shuddered at the sudden yell directed towards her. She was reminded of the tortures she had experienced under this old man's hands. Somehow, he was similar to that old man who forced marriage to her that ruined he rlife and brought her here. The physical abuse, cigarettes that burned her skin and punches on her face. She was also nearly raped by this old man if nor for Mirrah taking her place for the man to vent his lust on her instead. Somehow, she felt thankful but at the same time guilty for Mirrah. That night, she was almost paralyzed in bed with a burning fever. It took 3 days for her to recover due to the old man's monstrosity.

Curse he.

How she wished she could cut that old man's birdie to avenge Mirrah?.

Auryll gulped at his pointed stare.

She then raised her head and curioisly gazed at the other women to learn how to rightfully please man. She threw a pleading look at them for help but they rolled their eyes and preceeded flirting with the body guards.

"are you deaf?" warned Detsin when she still did no actions to move.

He was infuriated at this especially for the man who sent her, that is watching at the sidelines. He noted to punish that bastard for sending an inexperienced girl. This was a Johansenn and they can't afford such important person to displease.

Auryll held the man's big and calloused hand in hers dubiously. Compared to hers, it was twice big in size meaning...

Veins were popped, following the line of his long fingers, indicating that he used his hands a lot. She swallowed hard at his long and slick fingers as she secretly measured it with widened eyes. Mirrah once told her about it that's why Auryll was having second thoughts if she could really do it or not.

She looked up and scanned the man's face to see if he was displeased but saw not a single tinge of reaction; blank as canvas, thus she decided to presume and mimic her companion's actions. She watched them lick the men's skin and kiss their necks before rubbing their bodies against them. Her, who had no knowledge about seducing a man felt her stomach churn in repulse. Back then, her focus was all on her current school life. Pile of papers, studies here and there. Coffee became her water and computer's keyboards her pillow. Due to the restless nights and lack of sleep, her body began to develop insomnia.

In fact, she didn't have much friends.

Who would want an overly workaholic person who had no time to spend with as a friend?.

Pen and papers; that was life.

All of those sacrifice went to waste.

In the end it it was never appreciated.

Auryll wanted to throw up at the scene unfolding right at her front and the fact that she, was also going to do it. However, feeling the glare boring a hole to her skull and Mirrah's fate after this, she opened her mouth to do the same thing. Like a kitten tasting milk for the first time, her tongue licked his neck, tasting his honey tanned skin. The fear and worries she previously felt had flew away above the clouds ever since she spotted him. There was a sense of familiarity she couldn't pinpoint how and solace she felt whenever she's close to this stranger. Unlike the others before where she can literally feel goosebumps on her skin due to their lust and scorching gazes. Not to mention there perverted hands they used to roam around her body forcefully.

This man...he was different. Or was he?. It was as if she knew that he wouldn't hurt her despite the shiny silver gun peeking from his waistband. That he wouldn't dare to hit her despite his big and callous hands that could easily break her fragile neck.

After licking the same spot, she then surveyed his face that was expressionless. She couldn't help but to compare the guys who once tried to force theirselves to her with this man who was throwing her a disinterested look. She couldn't help it but she felt safe at his presence.

"well?. Isn't she beautiful?" Detsin asked trying to divert the topic with a mischievous smile. Auryll came to understood the secret hint in his tone. He was selling her. Perhaps being bought by this man wouldn't be a bad idea. She was scared but...she wished he would. Auryll can't understand why she suddenly believed it was better that way but maybe it was the endless tortures' effects that messed with her mind. Now, she was desperate, crazy even.

"500 thousand, how is that?. Don't worry, I heard she's still pure" Detsin began with the pricing, completely oblivious at the glint of something unfathomable that flashed in his darkened eyes, he assumed as interest.

However, his smile slipped as well as Auryll's shoulder dropped upon the man's reply.

"I'm not here for whores. I'm here for my sister"

Detsin tilted his head in confusion, wandering how the man's sister suddenly came up. However, chose not to comment.

Auryll cringed when he blew smoke right in front her face. His eyes looking straight at hers with a menacing look, telling her to scram. She stiflled a cough but escaped her throat anyways. She then rubbed her reddened button nose with a sneeze. Detsin could only shut his eyes close in annoyance.

The man waved his hand as a sign to distance herself from him. With heavy steps, she unwillingly left his lap and began to walk away back to where the man who sent her that was waiting for her. For sure, she would be punished again and that was enough for her to tremble in fear. Even without the light, she can still vividly spot a man gripping a metal bar in his hand resting on a corner.

He seemed truly displeased that she failed her mission. Well, who could blame her?. She had no idea what to do.

She remembered what did that metal bar did to her ankles and arms. Her head began to spin and nearly stumbled in her heels if not for Mirrah who quickly catched her.

"are you fine?. Does it hurt? Don't worry, I have a medicine to ease the pain" Mirrah began to drag Auryll's hand but she stopped her.

She had just finished her job but her concern was on her friend who looked pale like a sheet of paper.

"I'm fine" was all Auryll said, still refusing to return. She glanced back at the man in the couch, hoping that maybe...maybe he'll change his mind for a bit.

Much to her disappointment, he didn't. It was selfish of her to leave Mirrah in this place but she couldn't endure it any longer. If there was away out, she would do everything and the chance was here.

However...the thread of hope she had been holding to ever since she caught sight of him had been snapped into nothingness. Besides why would even the man buy a slut like her in such a high prize?.

On the other hand, Mirrah traced the line of her sight and gazed the man in contempt. She began to curse his existence, thinking that he was the first one to ruin Auryll.

"it's fine, Auryll. You will get used to it, okay?" Mirrah held her face and stroke her cheeks.

It was the only thing she could for she knew herself that there was no way out of this hellhole.

Aruyll nodded.

Back to business, Detsin eyes were wide as saucers in disbelief upon the cold metal pressed against his forehead. He stumbled backwards but there's no way out. At first, he was confident that the man couldn't land a hand on him due to his trained body guards surrounding the place. Only to realize that they were all dispatched without his knowledge.

"now, now old man, where is he?" asked the man calmly, placing his polished leather shoes above Detsin's hair. Using it as a flufy rug to clean the dusts.

Being the pig he was, Detsin wildly moved attempting to be freed with a squeak. Unfortunately, two men twisted his elbows further earning a loud scream of pain from the old man.

This pulled many attention from the people around but ignored it due to the loud music playing. Also, the barriers of men covering the scene. Not to mention, it was the Johansenn, no one can afford to question.

"forgive me, Mr. Johansenn. I didn't know she was your sister!" Detsin tried to excuse despite being the mastermind behind it.

His son was charmed by the lady's beauty ever since she stopped in but when he tried to approach her, she refused. He was persistent on having her and pestered Detsin to ask her as his birthday gift.

Thus, he could only give in with his wishes.

Therefore, without investigating about her background, his men drugged the lady and threw it to his son's bed until satisfied before letting his men played with her when his son got bored like a toy. Worst, in the eyes of public. Assuming that she was just a mere commoner who couldn't do anything to it because of her ordinary clothings. Never in his life did he expected she was a Johansenn.

Brayon Johansenn's dear sister.

A maniacal laughter erupted from the man's mouth after his futile excuse, the sound of it sending shivers down the old man's spine. Detsin swore he saw Mr. grim reaper but not so soon, after he was tortured first.

"tell me where he is and I'll think twice before ruining all that you've got just like how that rascal did to my sister"

There was a crazed gleam on the man's eyes, his black irises dilated turning to the color of onyx and crimson red.

Still, Detsin refused to reveal anything. He was aware of the man's monstrosity and his horrendous games on tormenting people bit by bit. He would rather be killed at his hands than having his son loose his penis, only to be cooked and be fed to him afterwards. That's how cruel Brayon Johansenn is, especially after accidentally touching the untouchable princess. If only he knew...

"old man, where is he?" he asked again.

Detsin shooked his head, tears brimming on his eyes out of fear.

"forgive me, young master I really don't kn-"

The man pressed the silver gun in his head harder and Detsin shut his eyes close, expecting a bullet to to be buried inside his brain. Unbeknownst to him, death was a sweet relief that will be given only if he spouted the words.

"I said where is he?!" his composed voice finally boomed out of anger.

The stubborn Detsin kept his mouth shut, refusing to give any information for the devil. As much as he treasured his life, his son's worth for him was greater.

"I don't know" he cried helplessly.

The man then calmly sighed before a dark chuckle escaped his mouth. A sound that was promising painful death and Detsin cried harder. He ran his long fingers in his inky black hair before passing his silver gun to his right hand. When he opened his eyes, it was back to normal but with a hint of killing inent in those dark orbs.

"knife" he ordered.

The man beside him, knowing his impatient boss didn't need to be told twice and handed a sharp butterfly knife.

The man then skillfully twirled it with malice in his eyes.

"hold his jaw" he signaled his two men and they obediently obliged. They sneered at the prideful old man who seems bossy, shouting at a young girl a while ago, now squealing like a pig.

"no!. Young master, please-" he pleaded in his highest voice. However, it all fell deaf in the man's ear who was adamant of revenge. Anyone can smell the thick bloodlust in the air, the people began to feel wary and some who were smart to distinguish the situation already ran away. Excluding Auryll and Mirrah who was chatting in the corner, the guy who held the metal bar already flew away after witnessing the manager's fate.

Not for long when gun shots were heard inside the bar, bullets raining to the dispersing crowd including the workers but no one was left unscratched. Blood was spilled, the music silenced being replaced by haunting screams, several people were writhing in pain and trying to crawl for dear life but was all shot down. Bombs began to expode, fire lit the place and the man only chuckled at the place's pitiful state.

"boss, the cops are on their way" informed one of his guards who stepped forward and grabbed the old man who was mum due to his cutted tongue. The red flesh lying in the floor, fresh blood oozing from his mouth.

"burn him" he ordered, twirling the butterfly knife on his hand. He wiped his hands with a tissue then threw it at the old man's face before turning around with hands tucked inside his pocket like nothing happened.

"m!. m!. I bgsjdudbhwjisv!!!..." Detsin screams was louder than the rest when he felt his body being carried by the men and soon throwned to blazing inferno. The fire engulfed his body and he could only helplessly cry in utter pain.

"useless pig" he muttered then began to walk away when he saw flashes of red and blue, singaling the cop's arrival. He left the rest of the job to his men afye e having his little fun.

He headed towards the black Maybach that was already awaiting for him while red dots were aimed at his disappearing figure. His men's quick reflexes were enough to shield him.

Despite the chaos, he remained calm and unfazed as if it was a dail y occurrence for him. He whistled and seemed to enter the car but a sudden weak voice stopped him from doing so.

"...mirrah" a meek voice stopped him in his tracks and he turned around.