Chapter 2: Twisted Pleasure

The employee stood in front of his boss, his eyes burning with anger. "You can't do this to me," he said, his voice shaking. "I've been loyal to this company for years, and this is how you repay me? By firing me without cause?"

The boss looked up from his desk, his face impassive. "I'm sorry, but the decision has been made," he replied curtly. "Your performance has been lacking, and we can't afford to keep you on any longer."

The employee scoffed. "Lacking? You know that's not true. You just don't like me, that's all. You've always had it out for me."

The boss leaned back in his chair, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "That's ridiculous. We're a business, not a personal vendetta. Your work simply hasn't met our standards, and we have to make tough decisions for the good of the company."

The employee glared at his boss, his fists clenched. "You'll regret this," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You'll regret it."

***

Konya Jr woke up early in the morning, feeling the weight of exhaustion on his shoulders. He had spent the night as the Blackout, taking down a group of robbers who had been targeting a local store. As he got ready for the day, William, his loyal butler, handed him a cup of coffee.

Konya Jr was a tall and well-built African American man with sharp facial features and a clean-shaven face. His short hair was styled neatly, and he always dressed impeccably in designer suits that showed off his wealth. Despite his imposing physique, he moved with grace and elegance, hinting at a lifetime of martial arts training. His deep voice commanded attention, and his confident demeanour exuded power and control.

William, on the other hand, was a middle-aged man with a well-groomed salt-and-pepper beard and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold all the knowledge of the world. He was tall and had a lean frame, yet he exuded a quiet strength that made him seem larger than life. His impeccable dress sense was a testament to his years of service to the Konya family, and he carried himself with a dignified air that commanded respect from all who knew him.

"Thank you, William," Konya Jr said, sipping the hot brew. "What's on the agenda for today?"

"Well, sir, you have a meeting with the city council to discuss the ongoing crime rates in Southside Trick City," William replied, handing Konya Jr his briefcase.

Konya Jr sighed, knowing that these meetings were usually a waste of time. However, he knew he had to keep up appearances as a successful businessman to maintain his cover as the Blackout.

Later that day, Konya Jr met with the city council, sitting through hours of tedious discussions about budgets and policies. As the meeting dragged on, Konya Jr's mind began to wander, thinking about the criminal underworld he was trying to protect his city from.

After the meeting, Konya Jr walked out to his car, where Emily, his girlfriend, was waiting for him. He smiled as she approached him, feeling a sense of relief and happiness wash over him.

Emily had long, curly brown hair that flowed down her back in soft waves. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her smooth skin had a slight tan. She had a slender build and was of average height. Emily had a warm smile that lit up her face and made everyone around her feel at ease. She often wore simple, comfortable clothing, but always managed to look effortlessly beautiful.

"Hey, how was the meeting?" Emily asked, leaning in to kiss him.

"Same old, same old," Konya Jr replied, smiling. "But it's over now. Let's grab some dinner."

As they drove to the restaurant, Konya Jr couldn't help but feel guilty for keeping his secret from Emily. He wanted to tell her everything, but he knew the risks that came with it. For now, he had to keep up the facade of a normal life while secretly fighting crime as the Blackout.

***

The employer sat huddled in the corner of the dark room, shivering in fear and confusion. He had been there for what felt like weeks, but he couldn't be sure.

"Please, let me go," the employer pleaded, his voice weak and hoarse from days of screaming and crying. "I have a family, I have children who need me. Whatever I've done, I'll make it right, just please let me go."

The nameless employee stood in front of him, silent and unmoving. He had planned this for months, he had lost everything because of this man. He wouldn't let him go that easily.

"You think you can just walk away from what you've done?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing. "You ruined my life, and you think you can just pay your way out of it? That's not how it works, not anymore."

The employer let out a choked sob, "Please, let me go! You're a psychopath, you can't do this!"

The nameless employee smiled, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "I'm not just any psychopath," he said calmly. "I am the psychopath. The one you thought you could control, the one you thought you could manipulate for your own gain. But now, the tables have turned, and you're at my mercy."

The employer shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I didn't mean to upset you, please, just let me go. I'll do anything you want, I'll pay you whatever you want."

The nameless employee laughed bitterly. "Money can't buy your freedom now. You thought you could use me, exploit me, and then discard me like a piece of trash. But you were wrong, and now you'll pay the price for your arrogance."