The morning sun had barely risen when Mikhail, Luciano, and a handful of the most loyal enforcers left the mansion. Their destination was Sergei’s hideout, a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The drive was tense, filled with an unspoken anticipation of the violence to come. Mikhail’s expression was cold and determined, his mind focused on the task at hand. Luciano, seated beside him, was equally resolute, his eyes reflecting the promise of brutal retribution.
They arrived at the warehouse just as the first rays of light pierced the horizon. The building was surrounded by overgrown weeds and rusting machinery, a testament to its abandonment. Sergei had chosen this place for its seclusion, but today, it would become his tomb. “Stay sharp,” Mikhail ordered as they exited the vehicles, their footsteps echoing ominously against the concrete. They moved with the precision of seasoned hunters, weapons ready, senses alert. The entrance to the warehouse was unguarded, a sign of Sergei’s overconfidence. Mikhail signaled for his men to spread out and surround the building. With a nod from Luciano, they kicked open the door and stormed inside. The interior was slightly lit, with a stick smell of dust and the smell of decay. Sergei, caught off guard, stumbled to his feet. His eyes widened in terror as he recognized Mikhail and Luciano, and he attempted to flee. Luciano was on him in an instant, a brutal punch sending him crashing to the ground. The boys quickly restrained him, binding his hands and forcing him to his knees. “Please, I didn’t mean to—” Sergei’s pleas were cut short by a savage backhand from Mikhail. “Silence,” Mikhail hissed. “You dared to insult Lord Marino . You dared to question his authority. Now, you will pay the price.” They dragged Sergei to the center of the warehouse, tying him to a rusted metal chair. Mikhail walked around him, the air crackling with his barely contained rage. He picked up a length of iron pipe, tapping it thoughtfully against his palm. “You know why we’re here, Sergei,” Mikhail said, his voice cold and emotionless. “You brought this upon yourself.” Without another word, Mikhail swung the pipe, connecting with Sergei’s knee. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the warehouse, followed by Sergei’s agonized scream. Luciano stepped forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he delivered a series of punches to Sergei’s ribs, each blow eliciting a fresh cry of pain. “You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” Luciano taunted. “You thought you could challenge Marino and live?” Sergei’s only response was a choked sob. Mikhail continued his relentless assault, targeting Sergei’s other knee, shattering it with another powerful swing. Blood flowed freely, pooling around the chair. The boys took turns, their methods varied but equally brutal. A knife appeared in one of their hands, the blade flashing as it cut deep into Sergei’s flesh. They carved patterns of pain across his chest and arms, each slice a reminder of his betrayal. Luciano produced a blowtorch, the flame casting eerie shadows on the walls as he brought it close to Sergei’s face. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, mingling with Sergei’s tortured screams. “Enough,” Mikhail finally said, his voice commanding. The boys stepped back, breathing heavily from their exertions. Sergei was barely recognizable, his body a broken, bloody mess. Mikhail knelt beside him, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to meet his gaze. “Remember this, Sergei,” Mikhail whispered. “This is what happens to those who defy us.” With that, Mikhail drew his gun and pressed it to Sergei’s forehead. There was a moment of silence, then a deafening gunshot. Sergei’s body slumped lifelessly, the final act of retribution complete. The warehouse fell silent, the echoes of violence fading into the stillness. Mikhail stood, wiping the blood from his hands. “Clean this up,” he ordered his men. “ Send a message to anyone else who thinks they can cross us.” As they left the warehouse, Luciano turned and threw a bomb into the building. Seconds later, the building blew up instantly, leaving no evidence behind. ★★★ BLOODY SINNERS ★★★ That's the name of his mansion. Amelia Earhart had just returned from a two-month mission, and her body was weary, but her spirit was as fierce as ever. The private jet touched down, and she wasted no time making her way to Vlad’s chambers. Her presence commanded respect and fear, a testament to her ruthless efficiency and unwavering loyalty to Vlad. She walked with purpose, her eyes cold and calculating. As she entered Vlad’s chambers, a strange scent hit her nostrils. Her werewolf senses immediately detected the lingering presence of another woman. Anger flared within her, a possessive rage that she kept carefully hidden behind her icy exterior. She knew Vlad had been with a slave, and it infuriated her. She had killed many before for less, ensuring that no one else could touch what she considered hers. Vlad was sitting at his desk, reviewing documents when she walked in. His blue eyes met hers, and a faint smirk played on his lips. He knew the effect he had on her, and he enjoyed it. “Amelia,” he greeted, his voice smooth and commanding. “How did the mission go?” “It was a success, Boss” she replied, her tone clipped but respectful. “We eliminated the targets and secured the shipment. No casualties on our side.” “Good,” Vlad said, leaning back in his chair. “You never disappoint, Amelia.” Amelia’s heart ached at his praise. She had fallen in love with him, but she knew better than to reveal her feelings. In Vlad’s world, emotions were a weakness, and she couldn’t afford to be weak. “Thank you, Boss,” she said, forcing a smile. “Is there anything else you need from me?” Vlad shook his head. “Not at the moment. Rest up. You’ve earned it.” As she turned to leave, her mind was already racing. She needed to find out who the slave was. The strange scent was still fresh, and it wouldn’t be hard to track her down. Amelia made her way to the slave quarters, her presence causing a wave of fear to ripple through the room. The slaves knew her well, and they had every reason to fear her. She was known for her cruelty, especially towards those who had caught Vlad’s eye. “Where is she?” Amelia demanded, her voice cold and sharp. The slaves cowered, glancing nervously at one another. Finally, one of them pointed towards a corner where April was trying to make herself invisible. Amelia’s eyes narrowed as she approached April. The girl’s scent was unmistakable. Without a word, she grabbed April by the hair and dragged her out of the room, ignoring the terrified whispers and gasps of the other slaves. April cried out in pain, struggling to keep up as Amelia hauled her through the halls and down into the basement. The dark, damp space was where Amelia dealt with anyone who dared to touch what was hers. She threw April into the room, the door slamming shut behind them.Amelia stood over April, her eyes blazing with fury. “Do you know who I am?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous.
April nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Yes, ma’am. Please, I didn’t mean to—” “Silence!” Amelia snapped, her hand striking April across the face. “You had the audacity to touch Marino. Do you think you’re special? Do you think you deserve him?” April shook her head, sobbing. “No, I don’t. Please, I—” Amelia didn’t let her finish. She pulled a knife from her belt and held it to April’s throat. “You’re nothing. Just another slave. And you need to learn your place.” She dragged the blade across April’s skin, leaving a thin line of blood. April whimpered, her body trembling with fear. Amelia’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She enjoyed this—the power, the control. It was intoxicating. Amelia began to cut more deeply, leaving painful, bleeding wounds on April’s arms and legs. April’s cries filled the basement, but no one would come to help her. No one dared to cross Amelia. “Do you know what happens to slaves who touch my Marino?” Amelia hissed, her face close to April’s. “They die. Slowly and painfully.” She threw April to the ground and kicked her in the ribs, feeling a grim satisfaction at the sound of bones breaking. April gasped for breath, her vision blurring from the pain. Amelia continued her assault, using every tool at her disposal to torture April. Whips, knives, and her own fists—she used them all with expert precision. April’s body was soon covered in cuts and bruises, her blood staining the floor. Finally, Amelia stood back, breathing heavily. April lay motionless, barely conscious. Amelia’s heart pounded with exhilaration, but she knew she couldn’t kill April without Vlad’s permission. For now, the girl would live—but only barely. She knelt down beside April, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up. “Remember this,” she said, her voice a deadly whisper. “You are nothing. And if you ever go near my Marino again, I will finish what I started.” With that, she stood and left the basement, locking the door behind her. As she walked away, she felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. She had made her point, and the slave would never forget it. ******** April lay on the cold, hard floor, her body wracked with pain. She could barely move, every breath a struggle. She thought of her aunt and cursed the woman for selling her into this hell. She had endured so much, but this—this was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Tears mingled with blood as she cried silently, praying for the torment to end. She didn’t know how long she could survive in this place, surrounded by monsters. The other slaves had warned her about Amelia, but she had never imagined such cruelty. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, she remembered the distant sounds of the male slave quarters. Screams and cries echoed through the halls, a grim reminder of the constant danger they all faced. She thought of the wolf she had seen, its mouth dripping with blood, and shuddered. They were all at the mercy of the beasts. Eventually, the basement door creaked open, and Viktor, a guard and worker, entered. His face was expressionless as he looked down at April. Without a word, he picked her up and carried her back to the slave quarters, dumping her unceremoniously on the floor. The other slaves rushed to her side, their faces filled with sympathy and fear. They knew better than to speak of what had happened, but their eyes said it all. April had survived—for now. But in this world of darkness and brutality, survival was a fleeting thing. April lay there, her body broken but her spirit still flickering with a tiny flame of hope. She had to stay strong, to endure. For as long as she lived, there was a chance—no matter how small—that she could escape this nightmare. But as she closed her eyes, she knew one thing for certain: she would never forget the cold, merciless eyes of Amelia. And she would never forget the pain that had been inflicted upon her. Can't Amelia understand who Vlad is? Gosh!!! April has suffered in the hands of this monsters but can she escape???As April lay unconscious, Jessica and Gift, a fellow slave who had once given April her food, carefully tended to her wounds. Jessica's hands trembled as she applied salve to the deep cuts and bruises that marred April's body. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw the extent of the damage Amelia had inflicted."She didn't deserve this," Jessica whispered, her voice thick with emotion.Gift nodded solemnly. "None of us do, but we have to stay strong for each other."Just then, Lydia walked in, her expression was a mix of pity and resolve. She sighed as she looked down at April, knowing what was to come next. "We have to get her cleaned up. Lord Marino wants her tonight."Jessica's eyes widened in horror. "No! She can't go through more pain. Look at her!""I don't have a choice, Jessica," Lydia replied, her voice soft but firm. "Help me get her to the bathroom."Together, they carefully lifted April and carried her to the bathroom. As soon as the cold water hit April's wounds, she woke up
NEXT MORNING★★★BLOODY SINNERS★★★Vlad walked into the mansion, his steps heavy and deliberate as he headed straight to his chambers. He knew that without his explicit permission, no one was allowed to enter his chambers, meaning the slave, April, was still lying there. As soon as he entered, the sight of her unconscious in a pool of her own blood made his heart skip a beat. He brushed off the feeling and quickly bent down to lift her into his arms. For the first time in his life, he was carrying a woman, let alone a slave.He carried her to the infirmary, ignoring the looks of surprise and curiosity from his men. Amelia watched from a distance, her rage boiling as she saw them. She clenched her fists, jealousy burning in her chest, but Vlad didn’t care. He was focused on getting April the treatment she needed.******************In the infirmary, the staff worked quickly under Vlad’s watchful eye. They cleaned April's wounds and stitched up the deeper cuts. She remained unconscious t
Lucifer kept on f**king her hard, ignoring her screams."Ahh!" April screamed out as he pushed deeper inside her, her legs trembling and her pain multiplying beneath. She folded her fists, her cheek grinding against the wall while her eyes were closed, trying hard to get over the pain, but it was impossible because each thrust came with more agonizing pain."No!!...ahh!" she cried out.She almost begged him to stop, but when she remembered his hate for the word "please" and "sorry," she kept quiet.Finally, Lucifer pulled out of her, and a loud groan escaped her lips. Her breaths came in rapid gasps as she felt a bit of relief.She was still trying to recover when Lucifer grabbed her roughly and made her turn to face him. His eyes were so scary that she immediately looked down."Next time you scream like that into my ears, I'm going to cut your tongue and feed it to you, do you get that?!" he yelled, and April immediately nodded."I bought you. You're mine from now on. I can't believe
Lucifer walked into his room looking mad, the tension in the air palpable. Mikhail decided to leave him alone, knowing that any attempt to beg or placate him would only make things worse.Mikhail turned his attention to Amelia. She needed to be taught a lesson, and he intended to make sure the punishment fit the crime. He descended into the dungeon where she was being held, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the cold, damp corridors.**************Amelia was bound to a post in the center of the dungeon, her face contorted with a mix of defiance and fear. Mikhail approached her with a stern expression."You brought this upon yourself," Mikhail said coldly. "Five hundred strokes of the cane, and no food for seven days."Her eyes widened with fear as the executioner stepped forward, cane in hand. The first strike landed with a sickening thud, tearing through her thin garment and drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Each subsequent stroke was a symphony of pain, the cane slicing th
As soon as Mikhail stepped out of Lucifer's Chambers, his phone rang, piercing the silence of the day . He knew who it was before he even answered. His mother's voice was laced with concern as she asked, "Mikhail, how was last night? I couldn't help but worry with the full moon and all..."Mikhail's composure crumbled, and he burst into tears. His body shook as he sobbed uncontrollably, unable to hold back the pain and anguish that had been building up inside him. His mother's voice was filled with alarm as she asked, "Mikhail, what's wrong? What happened?"Between sobs, Mikhail managed to choke out the words, "It's...it's Vladimir, Mother. He's...he's dying. The curse is killing him, and I can't watch it anymore. I can't bear to see him in so much pain every full moon."His mother's voice was laced with empathy as she said, "Oh, Mikhail, my poor baby. I'm so sorry you're going through this. But we can't give up hope yet. I'll find someone, a powerful witch or sorcerer, anyone who can
Mikhail walked purposefully through the dark, narrow corridor of the dungeon, the torch in his hand casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. He could hear the faint, pitiful moans of the prisoners, but his focus was on the task at hand. He reached the cell holding the spy, who was shackled to the wall, his body bruised and bloodied from previous interrogations.Mikhail signaled to the guards to open the cell. The heavy door creaked open, and Mikhail stepped inside, his eyes cold and unyielding as he looked down at the spy."It's time," he said simply, his voice devoid of emotion.The guards unshackled the spy, who barely had the strength to stand. Mikhail grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the cell, the spy's legs scraping along the rough stone floor. The spy groaned in pain but offered no resistance; he knew it was futile.Mikhail continued to drag the spy through the mansion, his grip firm and unrelenting. As they approached the lawn, the other occupants of the m
★★★ NIGHT FALL~~~ LUCIFER'S CHAMBERS ★★★Mikhail sat with Lucifer, who had just woken a few hours ago, both of them staring at the letter sent to him by the Shadows. Mikhail had been trying to reach Luna Loveth, but she hadn’t been answering her calls. His worry had been growing ever since she said she was coming to see Lucifer. He also called the Pack, which confirmed that she had left in the morning but hadn’t arrived yet. Just as his anxiety peaked, Viktor brought in a letter with no name on it, only a drawing of a broken black heart in black marker, indicating it was from the Shadows.Lucifer unfolded the letter and read it aloud:> "To Lucifer,>> Since you've decided to ignore all the calls from us, we have decided to keep your mom with us until you listen to us. We trained you, we made you what you are today and you can't ignore us like that. We aren't calling you for you to do something for us. No...>> We are calling you to discuss the new findings on the killers of your li
★★★ MORNING ★★★Lucifer left the mansion with a grim determination etched on his face. As he drove to the secluded location where the Shadows had summoned him, memories of his past training and the brutal conditioning he had undergone flashed through his mind. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white, as he replayed the torturous days spent in the Shadows' care.Upon arrival, Lucifer was greeted by an iron gate that creaked open to reveal a sprawling estate. The compound was deceptively beautiful, with manicured lawns, vibrant flowerbeds, and a serene fountain in the center. The mansion itself was a blend of old-world charm and modern luxury, designed to project an air of tranquility that belied the darkness within.Lucifer walked through the grand entrance, his steps echoing on the marble floors. The Shadows had arranged for him to be escorted to the room where his mother, Luna Loveth, was being held. As he approached, he noticed how meticulously they had tak