A beating such as that is enough to break the toughest of people. As it is known, many people are not made of the same shit as others. Pain is more tolerable to some than others and given the history of Кирилл which was already told, he had put up with a lot of pain.
Кирилл took the whipping and torture like a fucking boss and not like a mafia boss either, like a bad ass mother fucker! Left to hang as the blood streamed freely over his face and going as far as blinding him with a thick red hue as the blood filled his eyes, burning as it coagulated and ripping the cornea causing even more pain. For sure, Кирилл thought he was going to die and all for a few pieces of jewelry and ₽8284.50 which is widely considered ass wipe money! Кирилл forfeited what could have been his entire life of shit for almost nothing!
The scary part was that he swayed in that basement as his blood started to harden, but the pain was ever so real and he felt nothing! He had no wishes, no joy, no content. Death was a friend to him and he greeted it with open arms but sometimes people just don't die!
Hours passed with him passing in and out of consciousness, waking in different positions in this basement always tied up. At one point he was tied to a furnace that literally started to cook his arms, chest and part of his face. Even though it was his own flesh, the smell was like a succulent steak and to a starving boy, would be considered a good meal!
Hours he spent looking at his arm, browned like a medium rare steak, dripping juices with an aroma most macabre and sweet, trying to resist the temptation of taking a most desired bite but seriously, how long would you last if starving to death and already had come to terms that seeing the light of day beyond these basement walls was vary unlikely. The decisions that needed to be made were the toughest of them all, enjoy a last meal before death or dying on an empty stomach! It is always funny that you could suffer in horrid pain but the feelings of starving will always take over and drown out all other ills.
As he lowered his head for a quick nibble, a taste of something painfully delicious The door opened from upstairs.
Кирилл quickly played like he was unconscious hoping that the man would not cause him much discomfort if he were not awake. It wasn't that he was afraid of the pain, it was that he really wanted something to eat and if he was beaten unconscious he would not be able to eat and who knows when he would wake up. His arm might have been rotted when he came around again or eaten by a pack of wild fucking dogs! Who the fuck knows anymore. Some times shit just gets all kinds of crazy!
The man comes down the stairs and notices Кирилл slumped over against the furnace, steam from his cooking flesh rising. Кирилл's face baking onto the hot metal; the man rushes over and unties him for reasons unknown to Кирилл at this point. He still plays unconscious as the man leaves him in the middle of the floor and rushes upstairs. Кирилл's eyes burst open as he looks around quickly and finds himself an old screwdriver that had rolled under a near by bench, he rushes over and grabs it and hides it behind his back by laying on top of it, the uncomfortable metal and wood digging into his flesh and bones but that pain was nothing compared to what he had already endured!
He plays as if he were still out as the man approached, hoping he would get close enough to accept this rusty screwdriver into his fucking face!
His eyes were close and his breathing fading as if he were dying but mostly because he was. Trying to figure out where the man was heading to catch him unaware was the hard part as not being able to see, hearing his feet step and shuffle around the room but not getting closer, all he can see is that the light is on through his bloody eyelids....then, when he believed the man was going to get closer...the lights went out and the footsteps walked back up the stairs and shut the door.
Кирилл laid on the floor for a long while after thinking the man would return with some other instrument of torture but hours passed and he never did. Perhaps the man believed the boy was already dead and left him on the floor for the next mornings early burial or maybe the man would going to fuck his dead body!
Sick fuck!
Who does that kind of shit?
You know who?
Sick fucks like Peter Gilmour!
Some things will always travel the mind as one waits in constant anticipation for the next phase of life and possible death.
Hours dragged on before Кирилл got up the courage to move and plan his escape.
He gets up clutching the screwdriver tightly in his hand as he slowly feels his way around the basement and over to the stairs. Being that he was down there for some time he knew that certain steps creaked and some didn't so he was ever so careful where he placed his feet. When in sneak-mode one can take a long time to get up even a small amount of stairs, in this case, 10 stairs took near an hour but it pays off when the one with the upper hand doesn't hear you coming.
Slowly grabbing the door handle; and hoping it wasn't locked as he slowly turned it and slowly opened the door leading into the kitchen!
Кирилл slowly stepped in and looked around, slightly crouched from the pain but also to stay mildly hidden and ready to attack at any given moment, he rounds the corner of the house and down to the bedrooms slowly looking inside each room and seeing no one, looking into the driveway he see's that nice shinning BMW was gone. Perhaps he was out kidnapping another poor fucker to torture.
Regardless, Кирилл didn't give a fuck where he went, he just knew he would be back and wanted that fucker to pay! Then he was going to rob the shit out of him! But first...
What would you do if you were a homeless, starving person who was just tortured by some motherfucker? You'd eat their food and get cleaned up and that's exactly what Кирилл did. He went to the refrigerator and feasted on all the cold food he could handle without giving up his position, eating mostly the condiments to help conceal that he was not in fact in the basement dead or in some sort of coma. After he had somewhat of his fill he went to the bathroom to clean his wounds a little, finding burn cream and plenty of bandages rubbing alcohol on dirty wounds feel more like salt but it's what needed to be done.
A vehicle is heard pulling into the driveway and Кирилл snapped to attention and quickly picked up his mess, wiping the blood from the counter top with a towel and hiding the bandage wrappers under the cabinet before scurrying into the master bedroom to await this bastard!
He could hear the man enter the house without suspicion and head down the hallway towards him.
The rooms light clicked on and everything illuminated showing it as it should be to this man. He goes and gets ready for bed and lays down with no suspicion. From the crack from the partially opened closet door Кирилл could see an eye patch over the man's eye and he was acting like he didn't even care about any of that but Кирилл did! Hoping that if hurt deep down with kept him awake at night but as he slowly faded towards sleep he knew it wasn't the case.
Кирилл waited a while after the man fell asleep before exiting the closet and crept over to the bed with the screwdriver in hand and lifted it and desired to kill! Yearning for the death of this fuck but something inside made him lower the weapon. Кирилл stood over the man watching as he slept as he let the screwdriver fall from his fingertips and onto the area rug that surrounds his bed, muffling any sound he would have made and he slowly walked from the room and down the hall.
At this point many people would believe that they hit a point where they could believe that goodness is possible in all humans. To forgive and forget would be what god and his followers would want you to believe; and if this was one of their stories it would probably have gone that way and followed by a long speech on how it's what god would have wanted, but in fact those cowards know nothing when it comes to vengeance and its true meaning! To trespass against those who trespass against us should be the new world motto but it never would be.
Moments later Кирилл returned to the room holding a hammer, some kitchen utensils and hand sanitizer. Considering what was probably going to happen he would want to make sure he cleaned his hands first. Would hate for anyone to get a nasty infection.
With the claw part of the hammer Кирилл swings and hits the man in the mouth! Though he was small he caused some serious damage as the man's eyes shot open just in time to see his own teeth fly from their place. Кирилл swung again and again, beating the man's lower face to a distorted mess! His tongue sit flopping well bellow where it should have been, the bones are shattered and made it impossible for him to talk. The man was frozen in pain as Кирилл continued to go on his savage attack.
Switching to the claw hammer he hacks out chunks of flesh from the mans arms and torso, ripping the tendons and severing the nerves causing numbness in his hands making any kind of fight near useless.
He tosses the hammer to the side and goes to work with the knife, slashing at his face, cutting off his nose and even partially scalping him before finishing the job with a single stab to the throat. The blade slid in nice and slow, ripping through the wind pipe and the withdraw was even more gruesome. The serrated blade acted like a saw as it slid out, sticking more and he removed it as slowly as he could, making sure to keep eye contact.
As the knife made its grand exit so did the deep red blood mixed with bubbles as the man tried to breathe. The air escaped through the slash causing an ungodly gurgling sound to be heard as the breathing became shallow and faded until there was nothing left but an empty vessel that were once a living being.
Flash forward!
Now we have the world's most elite soldiers killing what would be considered the most unbeatable army on the planet. Should this signify something wicked?
With a leader like "болезненный ангел" there was really nothing that could stop them. The death would be the only thing for certain leaving very little to be wondered. A team of murders being sent to kill at their leisure.
Now that we know what started "болезненный ангел" on his path and how cold blooded some people can be without a second thought.
We see a group of these Spetsnaz walking and not really giving them a thought, just soldiers going somewhere, but they weren't! There was a purpose and that purpose was simple!
What would be a simple purpose in times like these? Would it be not only to kill but erase everything that was once the enemy? Would it be to convert them to see the real truths? Then again what would be the truths?
As the old saying goes, To the victor goes the spoils as well as how history is written!
Their mission is simple, my friends! It is to bring the United States of America down and to kill Peter Gilmour their president, commander and chief!
TO BE CONTINUED!
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