Welcome one and all! Here is the some what long awaited chapter 7, and thank you to all of those who has been eagerly waiting for the next chapter. It really means a lot to me that you guys want to read what is going to happen next. This is rather a long chapter and just a slight warning, some sensitive scenes and also some gore, so just a heads up to those who are a bit squeamish for blood and gore.

I hope this chapter does not disappoint and that the wait was worth it for everyone.

Well, that is all for now.

Enjoy!


Chapter 7 – just another night

Summer has finally arrived in the northern hemisphere and everyone that is alive is taking advantage of the warmth of the summer season. Many have decided to take a vacation and to just relax next to a beach; others, especially the teenage girls, are wearing their very short shorts and spaghetti tops to accentuate their bodies, and also to catch the attention of the opposite sex. Some places in Europe are even experiencing a heat wave at this moment, and for these areas it is a bit uncomfortable with the extreme heat, but they are not complaining. Their summer months are already so short so there is no use in being so ungrateful about the warm weather; at least it brings the rain and all things beautiful.

In Paris, France, the weather is just perfect; not too hot or too cold, and now that it is night time, it suits the warm and welcoming atmosphere of the French city even better. The Eiffel tower is shining in all of its glory, taking away the breath of anyone who gazes upon the magnificent steel structure. The night life in the city of love is in full swing, many people just taking casual strolls in the streets of the beautiful city along with loved ones, whether the loved ones are lovers or family members. Many are holding gatherings with friends and family, just having a good time and relaxing; others are at a club, just dancing the night away. Whatever they are doing, they are all celebrating the summer time.

Unfortunately, illegal happenings are also taking place in this beautiful city on this beautiful night. Somewhere in the elite parts of Paris, a three storey mansion seems to have a very eloquent party if one can take a guess by looking at all of the cars that are driving up into the driveway and the guests that are getting out of these expensive looking cars. The brand and models of the cars that are arriving are those that many people can only dream of having within their possession. The evening gowns of the women are looking more expensive than most people's yearly income, so clearly it is a party suited for only the very rich and very classy people. A person that is just a regular millionaire who has less than 100 million dollars in the bank is not welcome here.

Inside of the mansion it looks even more eloquent than on the outside, much more breath taking. The tiles are Italian marble, looking like they have been sculpted with only the finest of materials, the most beautiful paintings are decorating the walls, along with one of a kind designer statues; a live band is playing classical music in the background, giving it a more classy effect. One can almost feel the presence of the original inhabitants that had first occupied this beautiful architecture accomplishment; the first people who had lived here were about two hundred years ago.

The aroma of expensive perfumes, colognes and exotic flowers are filling the entertainment area, tingling one's senses in an exotic way. Various men and women are gathered in small groups, all with a glass of expensive champagne in their hands, just talking about their latest expensive purchase or on which exotic island they had just had a luxurious vacation; professional waiters are walking around with very expensive snacks on silver dishes, gourmet foods. This very classy looking party is all in the name of The Chernyy Feniks, its party that it hosts four times a year, representing each season, for all of its wealthy clients within the French country. To the outside world, these people are known as well mannered and well established business people, classy people in high places that seems to never put a foot wrong, but that is all just a front. The Chernyy Feniks knows another side of these people, the darker version of themselves. Many of these well established men have some very dark dealings all over the world, paying lots of money for their illegal activities and being well known on the black market, and tonight is no different.

Garland is in charge of this whole affair, everyone greeting the young man with the upmost respect, seeing as they all respect and fear the young man at the same time. A few of these people are rich all thanks to Garland who had helped them in the past in whatever they needed, all illegal of course.

However, Garland is not alone tonight; by his side is Hilary, who is beautifully dressed in a beautiful bronze dress, gold stitching all over, bringing out her natural brown hair colour and her brown eyes; Garland himself is dressed in all black, with a black suit, black buttoned up shirt and a silk black tie, the colour suiting him in such a way as if it is made just for him. Hilary will be in charge of the auctioning of the girls later on in the night where only a few selected men will be allowed into the modern decorated dungeon where they will be able to buy young women for the highest bidder, to do with whatever they want after they have purchased the girls. The wives of these men know all about their husbands' doings and they do not care seeing as many are trophy wives, and they love the luxuries of their lives way too much to even dare say a wrong thing about the whole situation.

The party is also a so-called charity drive, the rich donating a few hundred thousand dollars for the less fortunate, should the police decide to pay the party a visit, which might be highly unlikely seeing as the high commissioners in the police are also on the pay roll of The Chernny Feniks here in France, but one may never know. Most of the people at the party had never had the luck of meeting Kai; all they know is that the big boss of The Chernyy Feniks mob resides in Moscow, but that does not mean that they do not respect Garland. In France, especially Paris, no one dares mess with Garland or his men, and should they come in a tight spot, Garland and his men will help them, no questions asked.

The donating of money and auctioning of girls is not all that is going to take place within this mansion tonight; on the third floor, the master bedroom, which is a very large and decorated suite, a huge orgy will take place between a large number of men and women. Both men and women will please each other, no matter in which way, as long it is done in a sexual manner. For example, a man might give oral sex to another woman who is not his wife or partner, or he may even give oral sex to another man, while he is also stimulated sexually by another man or woman, and it can be anally or orally, and although this sexual party seems like a very hot and heavy affair, safety is very important. In fact, Garland is very strict on the safety, so strict that should any man get caught without a condom on while having sex with another person, he is banned for life, not only from the orgy, but also from the mansion, never to do any type of business with The Chernyy Feniks mob ever again. Garland does not take any part in the orgy as he finds it a very vile and revolting act from the human race, especially those that pretend to be all that high and mighty in the society.

Hilary is not in charge of any affairs in France but she is always present when these people want to purchase girls. They usually contact Garland before hand and inform him on what they would like, their specific needs; Garland then informs Hilary about it, and then it is up to her to meet the clients' expectations, hence why she is always present, to make sure that the clients are happy with their purchases. Many of the men like to buy teenagers that are still virgins, and because it is so rare to get one now a day, they are prepared to pay the highest price to obtain such a girl. Many would consider such an act as disgusting and cruel, but for Hilary it is just another business transaction, like purchasing a television set or clothes, it is no different to her. She could care less about what happens to the girls after they have been bought; all she cares about is the money.

Both the orgy and auctioning of the girls will begin at 11 pm sharp, so there is still about two hours left until the real parties start. For those who are not going to indulge in the auctioning or the orgy, they will have other things that can keep them entertained, an activity that involves drugs, only the finest cocaine coming straight from Colombia, the only place where The Chernyy Feniks gets its cocaine from; there will also be a few gambling games, but it will also start at the same time as the other activities. Right now everyone is just mingling with each other, showing off and bragging with their riches.

Garland and Hilary cannot stand these types of people, but just because of the money, they pretend to be all smiling and friendly with these people, like they are their best friends, when in fact they both just want to kill them all by burning them all alive after locking them up in this mansion. The two friends/accomplices are currently standing in a corner, each with a glass of champagne in their hands, just looking out at all of the attitudes and manners going on in front of them.

"Garland, promise me one thing, should there come a day where I start acting like these...these nightmares, promise me that you are going to knock some sense into me, I don't care how you do it."

Garland just chuckles at Hilary, he finding her very attractive tonight, thinking that it might be the dress that is playing with his mind tonight, "Sure thing, Hils; would you mind if I do it by kidnapping you, and then keep you locked up in a cabin somewhere deep in the woods?"

"Whatever it takes, Garland; as long as it gets me to my normal state again, you can do however you see fit."

Again Garland just chuckles, finding it very amusing at how Hilary really does not like the attitude of the snobs. Well, he can't really blame her; they both feel the same way about it.

"How's your fiancé, Hils?"

Hilary just sighs at that question, that never being a good sign, "Fine, I guess."

Garland is immediately curious about that, and although he does not really care about other's lives, tonight he is really interested in hearing about what is going on in Hilary's life. Clearly the champagne was not a good idea; mixing that with the gorgeous looks of Hilary tonight, and you get yourself a very confused, and slightly horny young man.

"What do you mean by 'you guess'?"

Again Hilary just sighs, turning her attention away from the people and looks straight into Garland's eyes, causing the young man to just gaze into those brown jewels called her eyes. He has never noticed her beautiful brown eyes before, and he can silently kick himself right now for being so blind before.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him these last past three weeks because I constantly have an excuse, and it is not like that I don't love him anymore, but it is just that I have grown tired of the relationship. I don't even get excited when I know he is coming over to my place; in fact, it irritates me knowing that I have to spend a couple of hours of my time in his presence. I am really considering it in leaving him. He is such a nice guy and he really deserves a woman that will never grow tired of him. I am just not that woman."

Hilary turns her attention back to the crowd while taking a huge sip from her drink. Garland does not really know what to say to that because he is no expert in relationships, his track record speaking for itself.

"Hils, I don't really know what to say because I have no idea how relationships work, but one thing that I do know is that each person is responsible for his or her own happiness, no matter what they have to do to obtain it. Each one of us deserves to be happy, and if it means you have to break off the engagement, then so be it; no one has ever died because of a broken heart, well, not on their own accord anyway."

Hilary turns back to face Garland, her eyes suddenly shining with an entirely new different light, "You have just given me the solution to my problem, Garland. I am going to leave him and tell him that we both need to be happy, but that it is not with each other, thanks so much, Garland!" Hilary exclaims while pulling Garland into a tight embrace, the young man feeling her breasts press up against him, this causing a sudden tightness in his nether regions.

He hugs her back, taking in her perfume which it is not too sweet, nor too blunt; it is just perfect, and it suits her personality.

"My pleasure, Hils," he whispers against her ear, a tingling rush passing through Hilary's body, one that she enjoys more than she should.

The two pull away from each other but still keeps body contact by slightly holding on to each other's forearms, while looking deep into each other's eyes, the atmosphere around the two suddenly turning into something else.

A smile forms around Hilary's mouth, a smile looking way too much like that of someone who is planning something wicked, "I must thank you later on tonight for your excellent advice, Garland," the tone of Hilary's voice also sounding like that of a woman who is trying to seduce a man.

Before Garland can reply to that, Hilary leans closer to him until she is breathing into Garland's left ear, the heated breath on his ear causing his knees to start feeling weak, which is just worsened when she starts to talk in a huskily voice against his ear, "I am going to thank you properly, in a way which both of us are going to reach a climax, if you know what I mean."

Hilary pulls away, leaving Garland's ear cold with the sudden departure of her luscious mouth from his ear. She releases him completely, winking at him before she leaves him standing there with a mind full of hot and passionate images of what they might do later on tonight.

'Who knew that tonight will be the night where I will win more than these cocky bastards here? I am going to make Hilary crumble before me with lust and satisfaction. This sure is going to be one interesting night,' and with that thought, Garland downs the last of his drink before he leaves to get another refill, spotting Hilary in the crowd mingling with some trophy wives, she winking at him once again when she looks at him. He just smirks back, feeling the pressure build up in his member once more, all because of the unexpected and unplanned excitement.

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Somewhere in a night club in Budapest, a very attractive young man is sitting with an equal attractive young woman who is straddling his lap. With his green eyes and orange like coloured spiked hair, Brooklyn is entertaining his female companion for the night in a club that he owns. They are currently in his office, the lights on dim and music playing softly in the back ground, while the two young adults are locked in a very heated moment, although they are not having sex, not yet anyway, but it is the end destination. Both are shirtless, although Brooklyn's female companion still has her light pink lace bra on, while her hands are slightly pressing into the skin of Brooklyn's back as their passionate kissing continues on, and Brooklyn's hands are having a firm grip on her ass. Both of the occupants' shirts are discarded onto the floor, long forgotten, and by the looks of, the rest of their clothing will soon follow.

The office of Brooklyn is situated on the second floor of the building, it overlooking the entire club. The windows of the office are tinted so that outsiders on the dance floor might think that it is only mirrors in which they are watching themselves dance. The music in the club is blasting over the state of the art speakers, the dance floor packed with moving bodies. Laser lights are going along with the beats of the music; those that are on ecstasy are getting lost in the world of the various colours of the laser lights. A few of Brooklyn's men are casually walking around in the dancing crowd, selling ecstasy tablets to whoever wants to get high.

One of the men, Sledge, is selling other drugs like cocaine, heroin, crystal meth and LSD. The DJ is ensuring that the music never stops and that it keeps an up beat the entire time. Men and women are grinding their bodies against each other, just getting lost within the euphoric moment. Body guards are also standing at various locations within the club on the second floor, overlooking everything and making sure that everything goes smoothly in the club. Should there be a person that thinks it will be wise to cause trouble, Brooklyn will take care of that person personally, and unfortunately is Brooklyn not known for his caring and warm personality.

A black haired woman is dancing on her own by just swaying her entire body along with the music. She does not seem interested in dancing with anyone else, but one man is not about to respect her wishes. He comes to stand right behind her, placing his hands on her hips and pulls her close to him so that her ass is pressed up against his crotch area. She is not impressed with him at all, and immediately tries to get out of his grip, but he seems determined to make her his tonight. She manages to turn around and slap him, and he also slaps her back, causing her to fall to the floor between the other dancing people. The man is clearly not finished with her as he approaches her and pulls her up very harshly by her arms, but unfortunately for him, two other men has already seen what the guy has done. They manage to grab the man by his shirt, and yank him away from the woman, but the man just retaliates by starting to swing his fists at them.

One of Brooklyn's men has been watching the scenario unfolding, he just waiting for the opportune moment to intervene and now seems like that opportune moment. He signals other two men to follow him and soon enough they are in the middle of the commotion. They quickly take hold of the man that has forced himself onto the woman, and without asking any questions, they take him up to Brooklyn's office.

By now, Brooklyn is only sitting in his boxers, his female companion only in her underwear. They are locked in a heated kiss when the two are abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. Brooklyn immediately gets pissed, and does not hide his dissatisfaction with the interruption by screaming 'what?!' in a very pissed off tone of voice to whoever dares to disturb him.

"We have a trouble maker here, boss; he tried to force himself onto a woman."

Brooklyn groans at that, but gets up anyway, not caring that his female companion is also pissed at the whole scenario. Brooklyn puts on his shirt and pants, and then tells his companion to also get dressed. When they both are descent, Brooklyn opens the door to let the men in along with the trouble maker.

The female companion of Brooklyn gathers her things and leaves, leaving the men alone. Brooklyn goes to take a seat behind his desk, an indication for the others to start talking.

"I watched him force himself onto a girl, and when she did not want to oblige, he slapped her."

"Hey, the bitch slapped me first!"

"Shut up, you incompetent little human," is all Brooklyn says to the trouble maker, but he does it in a tone that frightens the other men, but not the trouble maker.

"Leave us," and by just hearing that, the other men leave as instructed, leaving the trouble maker alone with Brooklyn, but the young man does not seem to be bothered by this as he looks very smug with himself.

"Bad move, green eyes; I don't know who you think you are, but I am not afraid of you. If you really knew what I am capable of, you would not have instructed your men to leave me alone with you."

Brooklyn just starts to smirk at the young man, cruel ideas already going through his mind, "Really? And what is your name, if I may ask?"

"Stefan, and you must be crazy if you think that I am going to tell you my last name."

"And why is that, Stefan? Do you have something to hide?" the tone in Brooklyn's voice quickly changing to that of a sly one, even the look on his face changes.

Stefan just snorts at the question, rolling his eyes in the process. On the inside Brooklyn is already starting to fume with anger because of the ignorant attitude of this young man, but the angrier Stefan makes Brooklyn, the more gruesome his torturing will be.

"No, but I don't think you are worthy of knowing my last name; I am a very powerful man in Budapest, and you are below me."

Clearly he has never heard of Brooklyn, or The Chernny Feniks mob, otherwise Stefan would have been very careful with what he is saying; little does he know that the more he insults Brooklyn, the more painful his torture is going to be. Brooklyn plans on mutilating this arrogant sad excuse of a man in a very horrible and bloody way, and he can hardly wait for the torture to begin.

"And what makes you so powerful, Stefan? Is it maybe daddy's money that gives you power?"

Stefan says nothing, a clear indication to Brooklyn that it indeed is the truth.

"Little boy, do you not know that ignorance is a very ugly thing, and that it can get you into a lot of trouble?"

Again Stefan just snorts, crossing his arms over his chest, "If you don't mind, you are actually ruining my night; I have way better things to do than to hang around in this gang wannabe office."

"And what would that be, Stefan? Does it include you forcing yourself on to an innocent girl?"

"Please; that bitch does not know what she is missing out on; besides, there are many other women that would fall to their knees to be with me, only if for one night."

"Perhaps, but I don't see them flocking around you right now, and what I have heard, neither are they flocking around you on the dance floor; why is that Stefan?"

"Maybe because this is a lame ass club, and all of the pretty girls would much rather save themselves the embarrassment of being seen in this club."

Brooklyn tries his best to keep his composure calm and collected; he really is going to enjoy torturing and killing this sad excuse of a man. 'Time to start playing with him,' is all Brooklyn thinks to himself, a sly smile forming on his mouth.

"In case you have not noticed, this is my club, Stefan."

Again Stefan just snorts, "Figures; like boss, like club. So, green eyes, now that I have insulted your club, what do you intend on doing about it?"

Brooklyn just leans back in his chair, placing his hands at the back of his head as he just continues smiling at Stefan with his sly smile, "You got balls, kid, and I admire that; it is not every day that I come across someone that insults me or my club, and still shows courage afterwards. Most of the time people tremble in my mere presence."

"I am not afraid of anyone, especially not some orange haired freak playing the 'big dangerous boss' role," Stefan says, saying the 'big dangerous boss' part with the air quotes with his fingers, angering Brooklyn even more, but the orange haired man is luckily an expert in keeping calm; it just adds to his twisted mind.

"And whoever says I am playing big boss, Stefan? You don't even know who I am."

"I don't care; you can be the president of Colombia, and it will still mean shit to me."

"You really are a fiery young man, aren't you? Well, Stefan, it seems that you have just earned my respect, something that does not happen a lot; you should feel honoured."

"What the hell does that mean? I did not ask for your respect; in fact, you should be the one trying to earn my respect."

"Oh, but, Stefan, you do not understand what it really means. Having my respect means that I can open a door to an entire new world for you, a world with power, drugs, money and lots and lots of girls, gorgeous women, world class models. I have quite an impressive list with lots of contacts, very important contacts and friends in very high places. You may enjoy it once I introduce you to that world."

Stefan's posture suddenly changes, a clear indication to Brooklyn that he has just peaked Stefan's curiosity. No normal straight man can ignore the mention of the four things Brooklyn has just mentioned to Stefan.

"What makes you think that I don't already have access to such a world?"

"If that were so, why would you be spending your night in a lame ass club like this when you could have been on a yacht, surrounded with only the finest cuisines and the most gorgeous women all over you?"

Stefan does not say anything, realising that he has been caught out with pretending to be a big shot.

"What do you say, Stefan? Are you interested in becoming a part of my world? My friends will like you, seeing as you have the right attitude to fit in with our crowd."

"I guess I can have a look to see whether it is worthy of my time or not."

Brooklyn claps his hands together, exclaiming 'excellent' in a delightful tone, "Well, Stefan, if you don't have anything better to do right now, I guess we can leave now. I can organise us a jet, and we can fly to Monaco tonight. I believe that one of my friends is having a party on his yacht tonight. If we leave now, we can be there in less than two hours, leaving us enough time to party till the sun rises."

"Sure, why not. Just lead the way."

"Excellent; just give me a minute to arrange everything."

Stefan just gives a silent nod, while walking over to one of the couches to take a seat while he waits for Brooklyn.

Brooklyn presses on the intercom on his table, instructing a man with the name Crusher to come to his office, and within in a minute, a huge dark skinned man comes walking into the office. Anyone wise will not dare to take on this huge man; even Stefan is intimidated with the height and size of Crusher, but he does not show it, as he just pretends to be bored by all of the waiting.

"Crusher, I would like you to take my special guest, Mr Stefan, down to the waiting room; I am going to fly us both to Monaco tonight, but I don't want to keep him waiting while I quickly make the arrangements."

"Yes, sir," Crusher says as he bows his head.

He knows very well what Brooklyn means by taking his 'special guest down to the waiting room'. This is not the first time that Crusher has had to take someone down to the 'waiting room', and it is also not going to be the last.

"Stefan, please follow Crusher; I will be with you two shortly."

"Fine."

Stefan gets up with a sigh, making it very clear to both Brooklyn and Crusher that he is bored, but thanks to Brooklyn, that will soon be changing.

Just before the two men leaves the office, Brooklyn calls Crusher, "Please make sure that Mr Stefan is very comfortable until I join you," the sneer on Brooklyn's face being a clear indication of what he really means by it.

"Yes, sir," and then both Crusher and Stefan leaves, making their way down to the 'waiting room'.

"Oh poor, poor Stefan; tonight I am going to hurt you in a way you never could have dreamt about in your worst nightmares. Goody, goody, I can hardly wait."

Brooklyn opens the last drawer of his desk and removes a pair of black leather gloves, and without waiting another second, Brooklyn too makes his way out of his office, his face looking like that of a maniac if one can look at how his eyes are shining with malice, a look that will unsettle anyone who should gaze into his eyes right now.

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Still in Budapest, in a children's hospital somewhere in the city, most lights are already switched off, all of the children already in their comfortable beds. The only lights that are still on are those of the desk lamps situated at the various nurses' stations right through the children's hospital. If one looks from the outside to the three storey-building, one can already see that its occupants are early sleepers. One can almost mistake the place for an old age home, but a three storey building is a bit too drastic for the elderly, seeing as the stairs will be too much of a struggle to climb up and down, and let's face it: elevators are not always 100% reliable.

In the colourful corridors not a single soul is walking around; the nurses have already finished with their rounds, and will only check in on the patients in about two hours' time.

On the third floor however, four masked men are currently sneaking around, quietly and expertly, making sure that no one sees them. They do not have to worry about CCTV footage, because the system has already been hacked, the CCTV screens in the security rooms showing the corridors to be empty. The masked men only have one concern and that is that of the nurses, but should a nurse walk in on them unexpectedly, they will simply deal with her, silencing her forever. The masked men are at the children's hospital with only one mission: they have to obtain three new born babies and three toddlers ranging from 1 – 2 years, whether they are sick or not; as long as the children do not have cancer. The order has come from Valerie herself as she has a few people that wants to buy the children, and they do not have the time or patience to go through the necessary channels; what they want to do with the children is none of Valerie's concern.

Luckily these men are experts in kidnapping children, and tonight will be a walk in the park for them. The men do not only take kids from hospitals but also from schools, playgrounds, even from their homes, and unfortunately for both the authorities and the parents, they never see the children again after they have been kidnapped by these skilled and heartless child kidnappers. The Chernyy Feniks does not care about its victims or what the disappearance of the children does to the loved ones of the victims; if it cared about the after effect, it would not have continued with its illegal dealings.

The four men already know the layout of the hospital and they know exactly where to get the children that they need to obtain. The children will be drugged beforehand should they wake up while they are being carried out of the hospital. Before the nurses can realise that there are children missing, the four men will be long gone, leaving no trace behind.

The four men reach a room, the entire room filled with about 12 new born babies, an even amount of boys and girls, the blankets a clear indication of the sexes of the babies. One of the men checks to see whether the coast is clear or not before they all go in, one of them waiting outside to keep an eye out for any possible problem that may arise.

The orders are to obtain two boys and one girl, and without even bothering to check the surnames of the babies, the three infants are obtained, all three fast asleep, much to the relief of the three masked men. They are in and out of the room in record time, ensuring them to finish their task early tonight. All three infants are injected with a serum that will keep them asleep for the whole journey, and fortunately the serum is specially designed for infants, with no lasting after effects; there is no use in killing the babies before they even reach their buyers. Two of the masked men have the three infants with them, tied comfortably against their bodies to ensure that the babies do not obtain any type of injury; Valerie will not hesitate in killing them should something like that happen, whether they are the best in their profession or not. There is simply no room for error.

Soon the men move onto the next room, and just like with the infants, it goes smoothly, and before anyone can suspect anything, the men are in the van, all six children fast asleep and comfortable, as the van makes its journey to the offices of Valerie, where the children will remain until their buyers come to obtain them. The hospital and family members will never see the six children ever again.

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A large wooden door of a bedroom slowly and quietly opens, a brown haired woman peaking out just a little to make sure that the corridor is empty. Hilary smirks to herself when she sees that there is no one, and opens up the door completely to let herself and Garland out. She is still fixing her dress, to make sure that she still looks as elegant as she did earlier, but her hair is no longer as stylish as it had been earlier.

Both Hilary and Garland looks a little flushed, both of them looking very pleased with themselves. Hilary is about to walk away from Garland after smiling at him one last time, but he grabs her by her wrist, turns her around to face him and with his free hand, places it on her one hip and then pushes her up against the wall where he attacks her lips once more, wanting to taste them all over again, and not just her lips. Hilary gladly complies with the kiss, her hands fisting Garland's shirt as she pulls him even closer to her, their bodies getting hot for each other all over again.

The two continues kissing very passionately for another few minutes, and just as Garland is about to lead the two of them back into the room, Hilary breaks apart from the heated moment, "Easy, lover, we have responsibilities."

"I know, but I just want more and more of you."

Hilary leans closer to Garland, brushing her lips over his, speaking in a very seductive voice, "Wait till everyone is gone; then we can go on for the rest of the night, and continue tomorrow after we have switched off our phones."

Garland can just grin at that plan, and after kissing her for one last time, the two leaves in their separate directions; Hilary has to go way down into the basement as the auctioning of the girls will start shortly, and Garland has to go to the third storey as the sex party will also have to start shortly.

Earlier the night, Hilary and Garland had stumbled across each other once more, but this time it was not to make small talk; the sexual tension was explosive between the two and they could not resist it, and so they had found a quiet room and just got undressed as fast as possible where they continued to have lots of pleasure until their bodies could no longer keep up.

Hilary does not even regret it for one second, despite having cheated on her fiancé. This little adventure with Garland has just convinced her even more that she is done with her fiancé, and that she is going to leave him as soon as she gets back to Moscow.

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A muffled scream can be heard echoing through a small room, the muffled scream coming from the occupant inside of the small room who is currently tied up in a chair, his mouth stuffed with a sock and then duck taped.

Stefan is currently experiencing a horrible amount of pain as Brooklyn once again tortures him by clipping off the third last toe off of his left foot. All the toes on Stefan's right foot have already been clipped off, the foot being covered with blood, and it looking like a stump. The worst part is that Brooklyn is doing it as slow as possible, causing Stefan even more pain. The poor man has already been tortured for an hour now, and it won't be long until he finally passes out from the pain. Brooklyn is just laughing and joking the entire time, constantly asking the ignorant man whether he still thinks he is all that.

Earlier, after Crusher had escorted Stefan to the small room, which is built with sound proof walls, Brooklyn came in after them in an almost stealth mode, and then knocked Stefan over the head, but not hard enough for him to lose consciousness, only for Stefan to see black for a few seconds. Crusher had placed Stefan on a chair and had tied his hands behind the chair, stuffing a sock into his mouth and then duck taped it, and after securing Stefan on the chair, he left Brooklyn alone with Stefan.

Crusher may be a big guy, but he does not like to witness people being mutilated and then tortured; his stomach cannot handle such gruesome scenes and he has already seen it one too many times of how his boss likes to mutilate his victims.

Brooklyn's first form of torture on the young man was that of a scalpel making deep cuts on his upper legs, cutting through both the material of his jeans and the skin of his legs like that of a hot rod cutting through a thin piece of metal. Brooklyn told Stefan that in a while he is going to look back at this cutting and long for it because Brooklyn has a lot of cruel stuff planned for the arrogant young man.

After cutting both of his upper legs numerous times, Brooklyn proceeded with acid, a favourite of him, and also something that he learned from Kai not too long ago, and dipped a piece of cloth wrapped around a wooden stick into the hydrochloric acid and rubbed it all over the open wounds on the legs of Stefan, causing the young man unimaginable pain. Tears streamed from his eyes as he screamed and pleaded with Brooklyn to stop, but Brooklyn just smiled like a maniac the more Stefan screamed and begged for mercy. Stefan squirmed in his seat with every drop of acid that had touched his skin, but the squirming just worsened his situation.

After the acid episode had finished, Brooklyn proceeded to clip off the tips of Stefan's fingers by sitting right behind the young man with the pliers and cutting them off one for one, also in a slow manner. After the finger torture was finished, Brooklyn proceeded to the toes of the young man, the part he is almost finished with now, and Brooklyn is still not done with the young man; he still has some torture in store for the arrogant prick, although Brooklyn already knows how he is going to finish off the young man, and it is not going to be pretty.

"So, Stefan, do you still think that my club is lame, and that I am just some guy playing big boss? I am your worst nightmares' worst nightmare. You can thank your arrogance for all of this pain because by the looks of it, you just don't know when to shut up."

Another muffled scream is heard as Brooklyn snips off the second last toe of Stefan. Brooklyn knows that the arrogant man won't be conscious for much longer due to all of the blood loss, but he has a way of waking him should poor little Stefan decide to pass out, and that too involves a lot of pain.

Brooklyn finally stands up after snipping off the last toe, Stefan suddenly feeling very anxious on what Brooklyn might do to him next. He clearly hears the ruffling of chains behind him, and he just knows that something very bad is about to happen to him. Unfortunately for Stefan, he is not blind folded because Brooklyn wants him to see everything that is being done to him, a horrible sight for any person to witness, and as many believe, a way for the pain to be more excruciating seeing as the mind is already progressing the pain upon sight, add that to the pain coming from the nerves, and you have a very painful situation.

The next thing Stefan knows, chains are being tied around his arms, and the binds of his legs are cut lose, and although Stefan is in incredible pain, he is still very aware of his surroundings. All of a sudden he is lifted up into the air, every movement causing him even more agonising pain to his already very badly mutilated body. Another muffled scream escapes the young man, causing Brooklyn to burst out in laughter once more.

"Stop whining like a baby; you do realise that this is your own fault, right? If you didn't insult my club, you would not have been hanging here right now. I hope you were nice to your parents before you had left for your nightly activities, because you are never going to see them ever again. If they are lucky, they might be able to discover your body, but like I said, if they are lucky, because my grand finale that I have planned for you is going to make it very difficult for anyone to identify you," Brooklyn's voice dripping with malice accompanied with a sly smirk, his eyes having a gleam in them that can even make the most hardened criminals a bit nervous.

Stefan's eyes suddenly grow wide when he hears Brooklyn's plan, the young man suddenly starting to squirm once more, and although each movement is causing him much more pain, he does not care; he just wants to get out of here and run for his life. He does not even care how mutilated he will be for the rest of his life, just as long as he stays alive, but Brooklyn really looks serious in killing him tonight.

Brooklyn comes to stand right in front of Stefan, the scalpel reflecting in his hand, but still Stefan does not stop squirming.

"You can try all you want, you pathetic little boy, but you are not living to see another sunrise, that I can promise you."

Brooklyn proceeds to take hold of Stefan's shirt, slicing it to pieces with the scalpel, ripping the torn pieces of cloth from his body, leaving Stefan's upper body completely exposed. Brooklyn just snorts at the sight; for Stefan's cocky attitude one would think that he will at least be toned with a few definite muscles showing, just like himself and all of the other guys of The Chernyy Feniks, but no, he does not even have a speck of toned muscle on his body.

"You really are pathetic, you know that, Stefan? Not even a well built body; the world really will not be missing anything if I kill you."

Brooklyn presses the scalpel just above Stefan's navel, and starts to slice upwards, although not very deep, just deep enough to draw blood, but unfortunately it is deep enough for Stefan to scream out once more in agonising pain.

"I should actually record your screaming, because it really is music to my ears," Brooklyn says in his still malice tone of voice, all the while, while moving the scalpel upwards as slow as possible.

He stops right at the collar bone of Stefan, and then starts to move the scalpel to the left side, all along the bone, while still keeping it at a shallow cut.

After he reaches the end part of the collar bone, Brooklyn starts to cut diagonally, right to Stefan's left nipple. Another muffled scream is heard as Brooklyn plunges the scalpel deep into Stefan's skin, expertly starting to cut all along the nipple, and soon enough Brooklyn is holding the pink nipple in his hand, dangling it in a mocking manner in front of Stefan, the green eyed man laughing like a maniac while doing it. Blood is flowing from the wound, and Stefan is now in even more pain than before, and he can feel himself losing consciousness.

Brooklyn throws the nipple on to the floor and crushes it with his foot, and then he proceeds with the same movements on the right side of Stefan's body. Again the same is done to the right side as it had been done to the left side, but just before Brooklyn can remove the nipple completely, Stefan passes out, his head just dangling about while his entire body goes limp. This does not sit well with Brooklyn at all; he wants Stefan to be conscious until the very end, until the grand finale.

Brooklyn places the scalpel on the table and then walks to the one corner of the room where there are wires coming out of the wall. It is electrical wires that have been connected to the main electrical supply of the room. Brooklyn retrieves two wires, both which have clamps at the end. He also retrieves two sharp pieces of metal, and then presses both pieces of metal into Stefan' s upper chest, the young man still remaining unconscious. Brooklyn proceeds to connect the two clamps with the metal pieces and then walks back to the corner to flip a switch. The light dips a few times but within seconds, Stefan is wide awake, once again squirming like a snake on a hot plate, but this time it is not caused by his own accord; the electrical current running through his body is making the young man squirm like that. Satisfied that Stefan is wide awake now, Brooklyn switches off the current, but does not remove the clamps, or the pieces of metal.

"I am glad to see that you are awake, you worthless piece of shit. If you dare pass out on me again, you will wake up in a much worse way than now, and as you might know by now, I do not make empty threats."

Brooklyn once again takes the scalpel in his hands, and then proceeds to finish cutting off Stefan's right nipple, and by now the young man's entire front side is covered with his own blood. After stomping on the pink bud and destroying it completely with his shoe, Brooklyn steps some distance away from Stefan, his arms crossed over his chest, tilting his head to the one side, just looking at the bloody mess in front of him, but still Brooklyn is not done with Stefan, being unsatisfied with the little blood that has already been spilled.

"How ever will I cause more blood to be spilled from your body without killing you?" Brooklyn asks as he mockingly places the index finger of his right hand at the right corner of his mouth, as if he is deep in thought, "Mmmmmm Stefan? Ahh yes, I have the perfect solution to our little problem. I will just open you; that way I can see how your intestines look, and maybe then I will be able to discover why you are so full of shit."

Just then Stefan starts to cry and scream like a little baby, much to Brooklyn's amusement.

"Are you crying? Oh you poor thing, this must be very horrible for you, right? Don't worry, it won't be much longer, then all of this will come to an end, but unfortunately for you, it will not be a painless ending. You will die a horrible death, and you can see that as my departing gift to you."

Once again Brooklyn approaches Stefan, scalpel in hand, and without any warning, he plunges it right into the left side of Stefan's stomach, cutting a very deep cut all across his abdomen, and already Brooklyn can spot the intestines through all of the blood. Stefan is screaming non-stop, once again squirming like a snake that has been placed on a hot plate, but the more he squirms, the more blood he spills. Brooklyn places the scalpel back on the table once again before retrieving a pair of surgical gloves from his pockets, putting them over his black leather gloves and doing it in a mocking way, putting even more fear into the young Stefan.

"Now let us see, or rather feel, the inside of you," is all Brooklyn says while he slowly approaches Stefan, the sadistic gleam in his eye looking more terrifying than before.

Stefan had no idea that a person can be this sick, but he is experiencing it firsthand now of how sick the human kind can really be. He can clearly feel how Brooklyn is wriggling his hands inside of him, and Stefan can also feel how he is about to throw up because of all the incredible pain. He suddenly realises that he will not be able to throw up, seeing as his mouth is closed off, meaning he will just choke in his own vomit, which might not sound like a bad idea right now. At least in that way he will be spared the rest of Brooklyn's sick ways, but Stefan is just not lucky enough seeing as his own body has suddenly turned against him, because at once the feeling of throwing up has just disappeared like that. Maybe he had jinxed it when he had thought of it as his way out of this hell of a nightmare that he is currently finding himself in.

Stefan can feel Brooklyn remove his hands from within him, the orange haired man looking very smug with himself as he starts to remove the blood covered surgical gloves from his black leather gloves.

"Well, Stefan, now for the grand finale, and I have to warn you again, do not dare to pass out on me."

Without saying another word, Brooklyn takes the roll of duck tape and starts to close up the deep cut across Stefan's abdomen, and after finishing up with that task, he retrieves his phone and once again calls Crusher.

"Don't worry, you poor bastard, soon, all of this will be over.

Stefan really tries his best to stay awake, but his body is functioning on its own now, already indicating that it has lost too much blood.

It does not take long for Crusher to appear, along with three other men. Stefan is slightly aware of how he is removed from the chains, being dragged along a concrete floor, having no idea of what is going on around him right now.

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Two cars come to stop in the middle of now where, one of the cars belonging to Stefan, but he is not driving his car. Brooklyn gets out of the first car, along with Crusher and two other men, and then two men retrieves four car tyres from the boot of their car. Two other men also get out of Stefan's car, but there is still no sign of Stefan anywhere. The two men that had driven Stefan's car, walks to the boot and then retrieves a squirming body from the boot, his hands and feet tied with duct tape. They position the tied up man onto his bleeding, toeless feet. Crusher and the other men start to put the tyres over him while Brooklyn remains standing a distance away, watching the whole scene unfold, while also looking very bored with himself.

After all four tyres have been placed over Stefan, the men drag him back to his car, throwing him into the boot. Brooklyn then comes walking towards them, a canister of gasoline in his hand, which he starts to douse over Stefan's whole body.

After being sure that Stefan has been properly doused with gasoline, Brooklyn takes a box of matches from his pocket, and lights just one stick and throws it onto Stefan, the gasoline immediately taking flame, Stefan screaming like a mutilated animal as the flames start to eat away at his body, the tyres ensuring that the flames will not die anytime soon. All the men remain standing there, watching the horrendous scene play out in front of them, no expression or any sign of remorse on any of their faces; Brooklyn even yawns while watching Stefan scream and burn.

Soon enough it is just silence coming from the young man, the only sound being that of the flames crackling as it continues eating away at the body of young Stefan and at the tires. When Brooklyn is finally satisfied that his body has been burned beyond recognition, he indicates to Crusher to close the boot on the burning body and tyres that are inside. The men then proceed to push the car off of the cliff, a very high cliff, and the moment the car reaches the bottom, it explodes into a blaze of glory. Brooklyn does not even glace in to the direction of the cliff and just makes his way over to the car.

He is really tired and just wants to get in his comfortable bed, but that will be some time before he can go and snog his bed because they are quite a distance out of Budapest, but at least his night has not been too disappointing.


I know there was no Kai or Anastasia in this chapter, but the other bad guys also have to have some time to shine, but I promise that in the next chapter Kai and Anastasia will be back, and there will be some lemon in the chapter, not between them, but you will see. Please review as I like to hear your thoughts on it, and I also got asked to put the dates of when I will be update the next chapter, but unfortunately that will be a bit impossible at the moment but hopefully in the near future I will update every two weeks.

And just a quick little announcement: I have a poll going on my profile regarding the future chapters of this story, and your votes will really help me make a decision. From chapter 10 on, the chapters are VERY VERY long, so that is why I want to know whether I should keep them that long and update only once a month, or divide them into two parts and update every two weeks; the options are in the poll so you can just choose which will suit you the best.

Well then, until next time you guys!