[✔] White over Red (boyxboy)

(M) ֍CHAPTER 36: Stepan's Monologue (Part 2)

When I got to the scene, my eyes were glued to the colour of dark red on Kirill's mouth. Parts of his clothes were already taken off. He was lying unconscious on the cold cement. The sight of his blood and his fair skin were available for all eyes to see. I hated that fact alone. The fact that their eyes can even look at him defenceless like that. No one else is allowed to see that. I'm the only one who can. Anger swirled up within me and for the first time, I couldn't care less of the consequences. The boys that were surrounding him tried to run. But my men managed to catch them. As for the three of them who had tipped me off regarding this, I'm going to let them go for now. But, not for long. They will soon also receive the price for messing with what's mine. But I can take that slowly. I won't forget their faces and their names. But these five other boys in front of me now will pay for their sins sooner rather than later. Especially this disgustingly pretty one.

"I'll deal with you soon, Louis," I said, smiling angrily at the very person who had his hands caressing Kirill's bare skin just a few moments ago. One of my hands took a fistful of his hair and pulled it down to lift up his face to look at me. He was tied to an old chair that was readily available in the old warehouse. "For now, you need to watch first what I'm going to do to your 'friends'," I whispered into his ears. I let go of his hair with a push, causing his neck to suffer a little muscle pain.

"I'm not afraid of you! Your precious little Kirill will soon be abducted by those guys from 'Fed Fet-ish' just like Kliment!" Louis yelled angrily before laughing like a lunatic. "He will be raped, sold, and who knows what the fuck else they will do to him. What can you do by then, huh?!!" Louis spats proudly.

I turned to look at him, completely perplexed by what he had said. "'Fed Fet-ish'?" I asked. "Oh..." I then realised that this guy got it all wrong. So, in turn, I started to laugh back at him. He looked at me in anger. I only smile my usual evil smile at him. "What makes you think it was those losers from 'Fed-Fetish' who took Kliment away?" I asked. It's an insinuation. One look into my eyes and he completely understood what I meant. We both, after all, are one of a kind. The only difference is that I'm more superior than he is.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "No. Wait. Did you...-?" He couldn't utter his question. "But Kliment is your friend," he declared. At this moment, I think he finally got the gist of the whole situation.

"Correction," I said. "...was my friend." I smiled again, enjoying the look of horror on his face. "He's dead. You should be happy. You'll be joining him soon. I'll place you right next to him," I informed. Amused by his reaction, I couldn't help but to laugh again.

Ah... laughing hurt my tummy. It's time to get to work. I walked towards the other four boys who were being held down on their knees by my men. Or more appropriately, I called those who worked for me as my helpers. They are usually quiet and only listen to my orders unconditionally. I no longer cared what Louis was shouting at behind my back. The boys in front of me were pleading for me to let them go. I went to the first one and squatted down to meet his eyes. He was still pleading for me not to hurt him. "Oh, come on now. You know it's useless to beg. You should've thought before you act, am I right?" I asked. Well, if they didn't have the desire to deal with Kirill in the first place, this wouldn't have happened anyway. I normally would avoid such situations where I would get blood on my hands. But this time, there was no turning back. Not when Kirill was involved. "Now, which one of you punched Kirill's tummy?" I asked. To the question, all four of them were silent. Even the pleading stopped. "No answer? Then, all of you will be responsible for it," I declared.