The trip 1

Back in the steamy dark room, the sounds of a grown man wimping and punching could be heard.

Andrea lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth as he surveyed the dark room. As he walked through the dark room, the cries and whimpers became louder.

"Boss." When one of his men noticed his sudden appearance, he ran up to him and bowed. Andrea rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked past him, indicating that he did not want to be bothered.

"Take me to the bastard," he said, a frown on his face as his men led him into the room. There, the man's screams became more audible, to the point where one could feel his eardrums ripping.

“Boss.” Rex mumbled as he walked away from a man tied to the ceiling. There was a burning flame underneath him, giving the impression that he was being burned or cooked alive.

He was tied above the flame, but his body was not in it. Not at all. His cries and agonizing moans became more audible as tears and perspiration streamed down his face.

“He didn’t want to talk, boss.” Rex said as he looked at the man in the tie.

When Andrea saw where he was, a smile appeared on his face. His hands itched to punish the man more and more because he was not content. To his ears, his screams and cries would sound like lovely, melodic music.

He noticed some blood streaming down his skin as he approached him.

"Please, boss, I don't want to lose my life. Please, spare me!" The man cried louder when he saw Andrea, and all the men around her knew how much she disliked being pleaded.

They all shook their heads, anticipating Andrea's increased brutality will be with him.

"It would be so merciful for you if I let you die right away, but I don't want you to die either, and you know I detest showing mercy." His deep voice rang throughout the room. His eyes turned red as he scratched at the gun in his pocket.

The man felt a thick lump, and his throat was already dry. The heat from the fire was already torture for him, and Andrea was not about to let him die easily. What thoughts did he have for him?

He had no choice but to regret his actions, which made him cry even louder. He cried like he would never cry before in his life. 

"Give me those fucking tools." He spoke to Rex while impatiently extending his hands. As everyone silently watched what he was going to do, he took a knife from Rex and approached the man slowly.

The sight of a knife with Andrea sent shivers down the man's spine. His body was killing him, and Andrea wanted to add salt to his room.

“So hot.” He mumbled as he trailed the large knife down his skin, while the man could not stop screaming. Andrea kept doing it, enjoying the groans of pain from him.

"Please, boss, I didn' intend to do it. I did it because I needed some money for my family, for my mother, she needed it for her operation... please..." he mumbled, but Andreas ignored him.

Andrea despised anyone who stole from him, regardless of the circumstances. 

“I don't give a fuck about your mother. You stole from me, and this is the end. Prior to joining my crew, you were aware of the rules. So, if you do not want to die, someone else must have died for you." Andrea smiled wickedly as she mumbled.

"Please, it is my mistake, not my family's. Please don't hurt them.” 

"You know, I derived joy from hurting those you adore; that would teach you and everyone else here never to mess with me in any way."

Andrea grumbled, took Rex's gloves, and wore them on his hands while staring intently at his victim of the day.

He took another sharp knife, this time very clean, and dipped it into her hot burning flame until it turned red. He pulled it out, stared at it intensely, then ignored his screams and pleas and pierced it into his skin.

“Ahhh!!!!” 

The room was filled with his thrilling screams, and Andrea relished every torture imposed on him. He repeated the ritual until he became bored and stopped.

His victim's body was drenched in blood and sweat. His cries ceased because he had grown tired of shouting. His energy level was dwindling.

"Please fucking shoot me; I am already tired.. I fucking stole; I did not murder anyone!" 

He groaned, shaking violently on the rope that was tied to him. Andrea let out an audible chuckle, knowing that was not something he would grant him. 

“Naaaaah…..you aren't the one who decides on what I do with you.” 

With that, he forcefully opened the man's mouth and inserted the melted metal, successfully melting his tongue.

Another guttural scream escaped from his mouth. He felt like his life was flashing before his eyes. He could not speak because every atom of his body was filled with pain, which he could not wish on his worst enemies.

He regretted ever coming to Andrea as a worker, as well as stealing from him. But it was too late; he could not breathe normally. His eyes felt heavy, and he felt another wave of darkness wash over them.

The laughter and mumblings around him were deafening to him. His fast-paced heartbeat slowed until he gave up, but his ears were the only thing that remained active.

“Boss I believe he is dead. His body could not withstand any more torture." Rex muttered with a smirk on his face.

"Throw his body in the fire. I have a trip to go.” Andrea responded in a way that indicated he was not interested.

"But how about his fucking family?" Rex inquired, having no idea why the words had suddenly come out of his mouth.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” Andrea made his way out of the dark room and his warehouse. He secretly hoped that Amira would grant his request for once without being obstinate, and he felt surprisingly calm following the man's torture.

"Take me back to the mansion." He muttered to his chauffeur.

“Yes sir.”

After saying that, the big limousine drove off, passing a massive gate that led to the mansion.

….

"I think I will leave now," Reagan muttered as he heard the sound of the car approaching.

Amira did not bother to reply because she was angry that he would not allow her to execute her plan. 

They did converse occasionally, but primarily she was arguing with him or trying to get him to agree to her plans.

However, there was something about talking to him that calmed her, and it inspired her to talk more. However, she clearly saw that he rarely discussed himself and that he did not give a damn if someone happened to enter her room and discover him there.

“Was he just a worker?” As she watched him go, she pondered. She was brought back to reality by the door, which shot out right away. When she looked around, she saw that she was alone. She hurried over to the window and saw Andrea leaving with a look of rage on his face.

Afterward, someone knocks on her door.

“Come in.” Curious, she muttered, only to see Brenda enter silently and proceed directly to her closet, where she retrieved the luggage.

“What's going on? For what reason are you using that?" Amira asked, wearing a worried expression. 

"Madam, it is yours; it was packed while you were asleep. The boss has arrived, and it is time to accompany him." She muttered.

“I am not going anywhere please.” With a vigorous shake of her head, Amira whispered. Brenda was not shocked, but she was aware of Amira's tendency toward stubbornness.

However, she noticed Andrea's attitude when he got out of his car at the moment; he was not cool; rather, he was dangerous, and anything could annoy him.

Everyone needed to be attentive and mindful, act in accordance with his wishes, and take care not to annoy him.

"Please, Amira, the boss is not in his right mind; just cooperate with him; he is currently not in a good mood." Brenda pleaded, straight-faced. 

Amira, however, did not care; all she wanted was for her wishes to be fulfilled.

"How does that relate to me, though? I am not going anywhere, I don't care if he was angry or not,.I don't give a fuck.”Amira slams back.

Without a knock, the door suddenly opened, revealing the face of the person she had not wanted to see. He did his best to conceal the fact that he was furious.

"Come with me right now!" He muttered icily.