After all, you don't need a weapon when you were born one.”
~ Blaise
DONATELLA
Putting my earrings on, I watched as my men beat into the face of the man in front of me. At this point, I couldn’t even see the skin on his nose anymore.
“Is there any way we can speed this up?” I asked, glancing over to Greyson as he waited beside me. “He better actually know something and not be wasting my time.”
We stood - well, I sat and Greyson stood - in the basement interrogation room of the mansion. The man currently being tortured for information was the last man Tobias had spoken to…and the man Tobias had most likely given orders to.
“Fuck you, CUNTS!” he screamed as they broke the last finger of his left hand. His right hand was already a deep purple color from all the broken bones.
Sighing, I rose from my chair and walked right to the edge of the pool of blood, not walking any closer until one of them put two thick red towels on the ground for me. I stepped on top of the towels as I stood in front of him, looking down at his bloody, oozing face.
“My brothers are home,” I told him. “That means my time with you in this manmade hell is almost over. And true pain is coming for you. I’m trying to spare you from that. Tell me what I need to know and it will all be over—”
“Just like Toby?” He smiled with blood over his teeth. “You wrapped yourself around him, making him think you cared and then you killed him. He loved you and you killed him.”
“Everyone keeps telling me that.” I leaned forward. “But no one has asked me if I loved him. I didn’t. I am not obligated to love someone just because they love me. He came to me, and he came to me weak. He stayed weak. He died weak! If a man wants my heart he’s going to have to find it and then just take it because I don’t offer it to anyone.”
“Fuck you, you cold-hearted bitch and fuck the rest of your damn family. I hope you all burn.”
Standing up straighter, I stretched out my hand; “I didn’t want to have to change my dress today, but I guess I’m going to have to. Remember, Toby is dead; he lost, being loyal now is useless,” I said as I pressed the trigger of the electric drill till it came alive, the blue light of thirty thousand volts rising like static waves from the drill bit. “When you’re ready to give me names, just beg, alright? If not, we can bring out the maggots to clean way the dead flesh and start all over again.
“Have you ever felt that? Your own flesh being eating away as you live? I haven’t, but I’ve seen it. The first time I nearly puked, the way she screamed. You have to hose them off once they get all the dead flesh too, because they can’t stop, they just keep eating away, laying eggs and multiplying on you to grow and grow until they’ve eaten everything to the bone.”
His chest was rising and falling quickly, only his left eye was open as he stared at th
e drill bit. “Why am I even bothering to explain? You’ll see it up close and personal real soon.”
I placed the drill right into his shoulder blade but before I could press the trigger again, he cried out, saying, “I’ll tell you! I’ll talk.”
“I’m ready when you are.” I smiled. Some men didn’t care if you broke their bodies, they needed you to break their minds… The real weapon wasn’t the drill; it was me. My words. Though, I was kind of disappointed he gave in so easily.
He must really hate bugs.
“Tobias had set up funds to send to…” I listened to him, with only half my attention. I knew full well that my job ended here. Greyson would apprise Ethan, and Ethan would take care of the rest himself.
As he spoke, I stared at the blood which could no longer be soaked up by the towels on the floor crawl towards me.
DONATELLA- 8 YEARS OLD
“How many people do you see?”
The painting was big. It was taller than me; it was taller than her. It took up almost all the space on the red walls, so no other paintings could be on the wall with it.
“Seven.”
“Look closer, Dona.”
I did. “There are seven.”
“No, there aren’t.”
Frowning, I took a few steps back so I could see the whole painting. I squinted, tilted to my head to the side, but I couldn’t see the eighth face.
“Hmm.” I heard her snicker in front of me.