Chapter 3 HOW DARE YOU

In a dark, horrific room with just a dim light that throws shadows to the wall, a tall figure with beguiling features looking like an alluring god of the dark can be spotted sitting so confidently with his legs on each other.

Opposite him was a man tied up to a wooden chair from his shoulder to his foot, making him unable to escape even if he wanted to. He was tied in a tight way that made his skin bleed, and he had torn flesh all over, signifying how much torture he had received. Two muscular men were standing behind him seemingly waiting for order at any point.

"Who sent you?" Jimmy huskily asked, his voice cold and demanding.

"Is that all you got huh? I expected more from the almighty Snopjay; common, kill me already. Just know this, I won't utter a word, not even a single word!" The man said breathlessly.

The muscular men tried to attack him but were stopped by his gesture.

"Well, I wasn't planning on killing you before, but since you are so eager about your death, I suppose I have no other choice but to fulfill your last wish. You're so useless anyway. Even the bastard that sent you doesn't see any gigantic reason he should rescue you," he scornfully mocked.

"You so confident aren't you? He contemptuously scoffed. Well, since you have nothing better to do, I suggest you reverse on your homework." The man sneered churlishly and spontaneously groaned in pain.

Jimmy let out a gentle, sarcastic laugh and shrugged, seemingly not bothered about what he blurted out. He's dying anyway. He snapped his finger, and instantly, two muscular men came in with a little boy and a lady in her thirties.

"You'll die anyway," Jimmy said and returned his gaze to the muscular men. They roughly threw them down to the floor like pieces of trash.

The man flinched as his eyes moved and saw his wife and kid. He wasn't expecting anything like that. How the hell did he get to know their whereabouts.' The man thought as he tried solving the puzzle in his head.

He snapped his finger, and a lady walked majestically in with a large silver plate; on it were several harmful tools for killing animals. He picked a small knife from there that looked exactly like a parer but sharper and had two side blades; he squatted before the shocked and terrified lady.

"But I won't kill you that easily."

"I'm going to kill him first," Jimmy uttered amusingly; not even a single remorse could be spotted in his voice as he gestured at the shocked boy his fear almost ate up.

The lady gasped in shock, and his gaze shifted to her badly tortured husband, who seemed shocked himself. She shook her head as if trying to say no, no, no, it must not happen. The man couldn't say anything but just swallow hard.

"Then I'll kill her," Jimmy said with a mysterious smile as he traced the parer lookalike from her shoulder down her fingers, which penetrated her skin even with his calm touch.

The lady groaned in pain, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

" You can do anything to me but please spare my son. He is innocent; he's only six. "She cried; she couldn't; she couldn't bear watching her son dying in front of her. It terrified her.

Jimmy faced her and smiled contemptuously, enjoying every bit of the drama he started.

"Interesting" He uttered.

"Woman either life or death that will be decided according to your husband's next word. Your husband holds your son's life now, woman. I'm giving him the last chance to speak or I'll kill him right before your eyes. Even God won't be able to save you by then." Jimmy coldly uttered with loads of warning clear in his voice. The woman gulped down as she stared into her husband's eyes, strained, and in tears. The man gulped.

"You should know this before you die fool, either you choose to speak or not. I'll find out within 24 hours. You'll be dead by then, all along with your filthy family; it's even better; it's going to be a whole big family, right?." He coldly uttered.

The lady gasped, fear gripped all of her.

"Blackbones, his name is Blackbones," the man blurted out without hesitation, and Jimmy laughed out loud scornfully. Then he stopped all of a sudden, and his gaze turned cold and dark, spreading his dangerous aura all over the room like a virus, causing a lot of tension in the air. He raised and took his sit comfortably.

"Black--Bones" He echoed and smiled mysteriously.

"He's a coward, yes, he is. When it concerns his family, of course! He had hidden them away from his evil world but then, this demon still managed to find them.

His family has always been his priority and still is even now. He can never watch them die in front of him. No, never. All he was doing was only for them, and today, they've become his biggest weakness.

He will not be able to bear the pain of watching his son die right in front of him and he couldn't do a damnit.

He thought as the memories of his son promising him a better future swiftly back to his mind.

A tear ran down his cheek as he summoned all the courage to take a glance at his wife and child once more. He knew for a fact that he might not get out alive. Perhaps, he's never going to see them again.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out sadly to his terrified wife, who was utterly broken and speechless as she couldn't just stop looking at him, shattered.

Her husband, no, she's not going to live her life as a widow ever; it's funny she has never thought of this. He has always been the one saving them, but what now? Who's going to save them now?

She busted into tears.

"Please spare my husband "the woman begged in tears.

To Jimmy, this was just a blow minding entertainment; he was sitting magnificently comforting himself on the couch. He watched carefully as they performed their family drama making sure he didn't miss a damn thing. It's fun, really fun.

He stood up at once and pulled out his gun, and the little boy ran up to her mother and held her firmly.

"Please don't kill mommy and daddy," The little boy cried pathetically.

Jimmy smirked and squatted before the boy.

"Oh little, you, mommy and daddy are uniting soon okay?" He said and stood up. The lady gasped. Does that mean he's freeing them already, seriously?

Before the lady could register another word in her head, he pulled the trigger at once and the bullet went straight into the boy's chest. Before the lady could gasp or anything, he sent another bullet straight into her forehead.

The man's eyes widened in immense shock, and his mouth was agape, looking like a living dead already. He couldn't even utter a word or bulge; he just gasped.

Jimmy laughed devilishly with satisfaction shown in his blue, captivating eyes. Not even a single remorse can be spotted in those devilish eyes of his. He took his sit back, resting his back comfortably, and brought out his cigarettes. He inhaled deeply on it and let out the smoke in the air. He so much enjoyed the shocked and dreadful expression on his face. So exciting.

"Now tell me, how do you want your death, I'm ready to fulfill your last wish now. You want it fast or gentle?" He asked, merely inhaling his cigarettes and exhaling slowly, spreading the smoke out in the air. The man couldn't say a single word. He's speechless and dumbfounded.

"Alright, I'll help out; a slow death can be better than anything." He said seriously and puffed on his cigarettes. He stood up and squatted before him. The silver plate is just beside him.

He picked the parer lookalike and and grinned evilly.

"Guess what this is going to your body?" he laughed contemptuously enjoying every bit of the game.

As though he had just come back from his Neverland, the mockery laugh brought him back, and just realizing the more dangerous he was, he struggled, shaking his body, but he was utterly powerless against the tightrope. His eyes widened, and he gulped down his dried spit as he noticed him smiling with so much satisfaction that it signified danger to him.

"No, please don't use that on me, don't kill me, please," the man pathetically begged with horror written all over his face. Jimmy frowned.

"What are you saying now, huh? Minutes ago, you were begging for your death, and now you don't want to die anymore? What's wrong?" He asked, faking a puzzled face like he didn't understand anything now.

"Please don't kill me, please. I promise I'll do whatever you ask me to; spare me, please," He hastily said, horror written all over his face.

Jimmy smirked.

"Um, interesting; you going to do whatever I asked you to do, huh?" He asked amusingly.

"Yes, yes, I'll do anything you demand of me I promise, I will take you to Blackbones if that's what you want" Perhaps this is the only way out, his wife and kid are dead, what kind of a human being kills an innocent child and his mother without feeling any remorse at all. He's nothing but a monster, and now it's his turn, just like the beast had said. Getting any sharp objects penetrating his torn flesh was the least he wanted right now, so he was ready to do anything he said.

He snapped his finger, and just like playing, the next thing he saw was a muscular man losing the tightrope already, and he groaned spontaneously as the rope was being removed from his skin. The pain was sharp, but he was going to be free after all. He laughed heartily.

"Thanks so much, Snopjay, you're a kind man I never knew you could be this kind"

"Of course, of course, what will I gain in killing you, it's just twice as entertaining watching you kill yourself. What did you think?" he said and smiled devilishly like the devil himself, then back out, reclaiming his seat; he puffed in the cigarettes and exiled the smoke slowly. His eyes were cold and dangerous as he rested his back, waiting for the fun to begin.

The man flinched; what was he saying? A moment ago, he... His eyes widened in horror. How can the beast joke with somebody's life like this, like a piece of paper? Is he this cruel?

The next thing he saw was his right hand was freed but his body was still glued to the wooden chair and then him holding a shinny silver knife, what's this meant for, to cut tomatoes? Of course not, to kill himself... Wait, What!. He gulped down nothing as his throat seemed all died up now. How can the devil expected him to kill himself with his own hands, was that even possible? how can he think of something as pathetic as that. He smirked and all of a sudden, he attacked him by throwing the knife at him in a martial arts form, surprisingly to him, he catched the tip of the knife not even yielding or bulging.

Instantly his gaze turned cold and grievous, dangerous than ever since now. He stood up and walked slowly towards him. The man flinched and swallowed hard with a widened eyes as he felt his burning gaze on him, a gaze that's enough to send anyone to his grave in just a blink of an eye. The tension was so hot that he could feel it on his skin and what terrified him the most is that he's actually walking towards him with the knife.

Jimmy squatted before him and raised his head, his dangerous gaze sipping into his making the man trembled and struggling to free himself, horror written all over him.

"No no, s--sorry please I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry" the man blurted out fastly terrified to death.

"How dare you scoundrel!" He yelled, his voice cold and aggressive and the next thing, he swung the knife across his chest violently non stopping. Then penetrated it into his stomach ending his miserable life. He stood up then pulled out his gun and empty his bullets in his lifeless body. In just a twinkle of an eye, an image of a lifeless man was display in a bloody messy way , his flesh was torn miserably, the man died an horrific death ever even his eyes were still widened after his death.

Blood stains where all over his face and body. With a snap of his finger, a maiden appeared with large bowl of water and cleaning materials. And within some minutes, he's all cleaned up and his clothes were changed as well.

"Clean this mess" he instructed coldly and strode out of the room out-spreading his dark aura all over the room. And his men attended to the bloody dead man sitting lifeless on the wooden chair.

"Boss, the meeting will be starting in five minutes" Irene informed.

"Cancel it, arrange someone's death for me immediately" he instructed coldly. He still needs more blood to calmed down the raging demon in him and that means killing someone.

"Sure boss" Irene said and bowed.

"Good" he uttered coldly and walked away.