Chapter 1: Captured

It was between dusk and dawn-cold, dark, eerie, enemies evaded the Greco Mafia Clan. Some were mercilessly killed and blood was scattered everywhere. No one signaled to them about the happenings outside their territory.

Vander Costello, the leader of the Greco Mafia was startled by a bomb that exploded around the surroundings. He was immediately alarmed, he walked out of his room just to witness the chaos created by his opponents. His forehead furrowed; he took the gun out of the holster.

He fired back when the enemy approached his direction. Without even blinking, he pulled the trigger and kill some troops. His men arrived and kill the enemies.

It was more than a bloody night, blood and dead bodies are scattered around the Greco-Mafia hideout. The mansion is now in chaos. The exchange of gunshots is nonstop.

"Who's guarding the front of the mansion?!" he asked, angrily. "Damn it! Neither one of you didn't know who the enemy was! Useless and inferior creature!" He was fucking mad; his eyes were bloodshot and lifeless. "Kill them all and if someone fucking tries to escape, catch them."

"Yes, El Seńor!" They answered in unison.

He runs towards the back door, but he felt a bullet hit his shoulder. He was furious and ready to kill that asshole who shot him. The cold breeze of the wind hugged his body.

"We met El Seńor." The woman behind the curtains speaks and walked in his direction.

"You fucking bitch! Who the hell are you?" he asks, coldly. "Who fucking sent you here?"

The woman in an all-black suit with a mask laughed. "I won't say anything to you, Costello."

"Then die motherfucker!" he shouted, exchange of gunshots.

He ran towards the woman. When he caught her behind, he strangles her neck and almost choked her.

"I won't kill you… I will use and punish you to find out who ordered you to kill me." His voice was assertive. "I will make you beg for your life."

Vander hit the woman's head to silence her. The gunshots were gone, he picked her up and walked towards the punishing room he created. He tied the woman and order his men to guard the room.

"Clean all the mess outside," he ordered. "Belarmino, guard the punishment room."

His men halted. "Yes, My Lord!"

Vander went out of the punishment room. The basement of his mansion is a hidden place for the Greco Mafia only. Vander went to his room to take a bath to get rid of the smell of blood on his body. He only showered for ten minutes.

He pressed a button near his study room as a secret way to go down to the basement.

Minutes later, he reached the punishment room. The guards open the door for him to enter.

The captive was still asleep and he ordered one of his guards to get cold water. A few minutes later, the guard came back holding a bucket of cold water.

"My Lord," he spat and hand him over the bucket.

He smiled, wickedly. He splashed the cold water on the sleeping enemy. The woman woke up with irritation flashing on her face. She looked up to see who had done that to her. Absinthe had a sharp look at the person she was supposed to kill but it turns out that she was the one to be in that spot right now.

She tried to struggle but seems it was not helping her. Vander just laughs and looks darkly toward Absinthe.

"Don't try to escape. You can't escape on that kind of chain," Vander said, coldly.

"You're evil, El Seńor," she fired back.

Vander rushed in the woman's direction. He pulled her hair and the woman groaned because she felt pain on her scalp. He lowered his rosy red lips to Absinthe's ear and whispered.

"I'm evil, yes. I am also a beast in bed." He whispered, huskily. Absinthe froze, she felt a tingling sensation down to her womanhood. The sexy and husky voice of her enemy was gotten into her system. She closes her eyes when Vander licks her earlobes.

"W-What are you… doing?" She asks, stuttering.

She tries to untie the chain in her hands but it can't break apart. She still moved even though she knew Vander's face was only close to hers face. She badly wanted to get away and punch the man for what he is doing to her. As if she was on fire by the sudden caress of Vander's hand on her neck.

"Giving you a punishment," he whispered, again.

Vander continued caressing Absinthe's neck down to her collarbone and chest. The sudden breathing of Absinthe became gasps. Vander just laugh at the reaction of his opponent.

He moved away from her and stared at the opponent who was now almost gasping for breath.

"You're a heartless demon, El Seńor!" she shouted. "Let me go, asshole!"

"I think you're cold enough…" he sighed, "let me warm you up." He flashes his evil grin.

"Stop torturing me, asshole. Let me out of this chain and I will fucking kill you!" Her eyes are on rage.

He leaned over Absinthe's face and smiled. "But I love to torture my enemy sensually, would you like that?" he challenges.

"And I loved to punch your annoying face!" Absinthe shouted because of anger.

She can feel the heat on her womanhood that wants attention. She feels strange feeling towards the man in front of her.

Absinthe didn't want to feel attached to her enemy. She needs to kill the leader of the Greco Mafia.

"Do you want to get out of that chain?" Vander asks with annoyance in his tone.

Absinthe stopped and nodded. She thought of showing kindness to her enemy if she wanted to escape from this dark and what he had called the punishment room.

"My hands are hurt," There was a streak of pleading on her face, pretending to be hurt.

"Do you like my way of punishing?"

Because Absinthe was pretending, she nodded but cursed at the back of her head.

I don't fucking like your punishing game, Vander Costello!

Heat builds up to Vander's system. He didn't know but he wanted to be intimate with the woman in front of him. He wanted to rip off her head, body, and soul. The pleasure he's giving in to Absinthe is not a joke, it is perhaps a punishment to make her speak.

Vander licked his lower lip. He caressed Absinthe's shoulder down to her chest.

Absinthe closes her eyes as she feels a burning desire for her enemy's palm. He continued massaging her breast while looking at Absinthe's reaction.

Do you want to play, huh? Then let's play a pleasurable game, baby.

"Hmm…" Absinthe tries to suppress her groan so that Vander wouldn't think that she liked what he was doing.

"Fuck, your chest is soft," Vander mumbled, slowly leaning to Absinthe's face until it reaches the side of her lips.

Her eyes widened; with just a little movement their lips would meet each other. Her breathing became rugged when his warm and fragrant breathing blew out of her lips. Before Vander could kiss Absinthe's lips, he avoided it and just whisper into her ear.

"If you like my punishment, then be my guest. I will punish you in an unusual and undesirable way of pleasure."