[Living In Hell]
“Please… please don’t hurt me, I’ve got a wife and family.. Please don’t kill me.”
Soft pink lips let go of the cigarette butt between them, two long fingers pulling it away while a slow cloud of smoke rolled from them. Those pouty pink lips belonged to the female that stood watching, torn jeans hanging low on her hips, dark black shirt ripped just under her breasts, one long sleeve while the other remained completely torn. The long black boots ended at her knees and gave her height an extra two inches with the long heel, clicking against wet concrete while she stepped to him. Kneeling before him she let her arms rest on her knees, staring at his bloody tear soaked face while he shook and started back with pleading eyes. “Please, please.. I’ll get Max’s money.. I just need some more time. Please.” the words were stammered and slurred, fear making him quiver while he simply watched. His eyes then turned to the people that stared in shock, kept back by two men that held the large group at gunpoint, calling out to them. “Please! Someone stop this! How can you just stand there?! She’s going to kill me!” While his cries rang out to deaf ears she had stood up, stepping over to the dark Harley that was propped a few feet away only to grab a small bundle of barbed wire. When she turned the man began to shout and thrash, held in place with the ropes that bound him to the light pole, pulling his head away from her as best as he could while the barbed noose was wrapped around his throat. When she was finished hooking the wire up to the long rope that connected with the bike she knelt before him again, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at her while she spoke. “My friend,” she started, voice accented with a German slur, “you should be proud. You’re going to make a great example piece.” Grinning she stood, stepping from him and to the bike a few feet away. “You see!” she shouted to the people who couldn’t do anything but watch, “this is what happens to anyone who thinks they can stand up to Max! He owns this city. And if any of you ******** have the balls to try and ******** with him, you ******** with us..” With a snap of her fingers the man on the bike revved it up before kicking off. It sped down the street, the rope being pulled after it until the slack was gone and the wire sliced clean through the man’s neck, head falling to the ground while blood spurted to the street. The cigarette was replaced to her lips before she grinned and stepped back to her own bike that still sputtered with life, climbing on it before taking off. The rest followed, leaving shocked citizens and a bloody carcass.
The city had lost it’s name long ago, for now everyone called it Hell. If you wanted to survive in such a place you needed to know the right people or remain completely invisible to everyone, because here, just one wrong look could get you killed. The people who ran this city were Max and his two boys, Mikey and James, these were two that you never wanted to see unless you had a death wish. The female you just witnessed is called Dee, and she is no better than those two, a daughter he never had is what Max referred her as, who was just as sick and morbid as the other two. These four ran the city with fear, and the ones that followed them knew who to answer to and how, even the men of the law.
On this late October night, the air was cool and left people chilled, most keeping inside broken down apartments and what shelter they could find. All but a few hobos and prostitutes, but most especially Dee and her few lackeys that found a need to always be around her. Currently she stood watching, upper body covered in a small dark leather jacket that lay unzipped from her neck to belly, obviously shirtless underneath, the tight dark pants were dirtied and ripped all over, the only color on her coming from the red strapped heels that she wore on her feet. Dark eyes were on t he bloodied beaten body of a man that hang by his hands from a large hook that was forced through his palms, dangling a few feet above the ground. The three men that followed her like dogs were currently using whatever blunt objects they could find to beat him like a piñata, all for her entertainment. His screams echoed the streets, but not a soul stopped to help, the bums looked away, the whores found another street, this man was alone in a city of thousands. Putting out the cigarette she stepped to him, lifting a hand to make the others stop, holding it out then for a bat. The metal handle was set in her hand, tightening hands around it, staring at the top that was covered with nails before her eyes fell to him again. He stared at her weakly, lips parting to beg, “P-please..” Her lip twitched before she swung, burying it deep into his skull with a sickening crack, giving a small laugh before letting the handle go, bat remaining in place.
A car had pulled to the scene, the doors opening only to show the two brothers that stepped out. “Nice job Dee, pretty sexy work,” Mikey stated with a sneer. “Eat me..” she replied sarcastically, “what do you two assholes want?” James grinned and cocked his head to the side to gesture for her to follow. “Pop wants ya, something about some b***h that’s been stealing from him.” Licking her lips she looked to the others that hopped on their bikes and readied to follow. She climbed on her own, giving one glance down the street to the single person that stood watching in shock at what had happened, Dee pursing her lips in a kiss towards them before riding off after the car that pulled away with a squeal, the others following with a roar of engines.
Soft pink lips let go of the cigarette butt between them, two long fingers pulling it away while a slow cloud of smoke rolled from them. Those pouty pink lips belonged to the female that stood watching, torn jeans hanging low on her hips, dark black shirt ripped just under her breasts, one long sleeve while the other remained completely torn. The long black boots ended at her knees and gave her height an extra two inches with the long heel, clicking against wet concrete while she stepped to him. Kneeling before him she let her arms rest on her knees, staring at his bloody tear soaked face while he shook and started back with pleading eyes. “Please, please.. I’ll get Max’s money.. I just need some more time. Please.” the words were stammered and slurred, fear making him quiver while he simply watched. His eyes then turned to the people that stared in shock, kept back by two men that held the large group at gunpoint, calling out to them. “Please! Someone stop this! How can you just stand there?! She’s going to kill me!” While his cries rang out to deaf ears she had stood up, stepping over to the dark Harley that was propped a few feet away only to grab a small bundle of barbed wire. When she turned the man began to shout and thrash, held in place with the ropes that bound him to the light pole, pulling his head away from her as best as he could while the barbed noose was wrapped around his throat. When she was finished hooking the wire up to the long rope that connected with the bike she knelt before him again, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at her while she spoke. “My friend,” she started, voice accented with a German slur, “you should be proud. You’re going to make a great example piece.” Grinning she stood, stepping from him and to the bike a few feet away. “You see!” she shouted to the people who couldn’t do anything but watch, “this is what happens to anyone who thinks they can stand up to Max! He owns this city. And if any of you ******** have the balls to try and ******** with him, you ******** with us..” With a snap of her fingers the man on the bike revved it up before kicking off. It sped down the street, the rope being pulled after it until the slack was gone and the wire sliced clean through the man’s neck, head falling to the ground while blood spurted to the street. The cigarette was replaced to her lips before she grinned and stepped back to her own bike that still sputtered with life, climbing on it before taking off. The rest followed, leaving shocked citizens and a bloody carcass.
The city had lost it’s name long ago, for now everyone called it Hell. If you wanted to survive in such a place you needed to know the right people or remain completely invisible to everyone, because here, just one wrong look could get you killed. The people who ran this city were Max and his two boys, Mikey and James, these were two that you never wanted to see unless you had a death wish. The female you just witnessed is called Dee, and she is no better than those two, a daughter he never had is what Max referred her as, who was just as sick and morbid as the other two. These four ran the city with fear, and the ones that followed them knew who to answer to and how, even the men of the law.
On this late October night, the air was cool and left people chilled, most keeping inside broken down apartments and what shelter they could find. All but a few hobos and prostitutes, but most especially Dee and her few lackeys that found a need to always be around her. Currently she stood watching, upper body covered in a small dark leather jacket that lay unzipped from her neck to belly, obviously shirtless underneath, the tight dark pants were dirtied and ripped all over, the only color on her coming from the red strapped heels that she wore on her feet. Dark eyes were on t he bloodied beaten body of a man that hang by his hands from a large hook that was forced through his palms, dangling a few feet above the ground. The three men that followed her like dogs were currently using whatever blunt objects they could find to beat him like a piñata, all for her entertainment. His screams echoed the streets, but not a soul stopped to help, the bums looked away, the whores found another street, this man was alone in a city of thousands. Putting out the cigarette she stepped to him, lifting a hand to make the others stop, holding it out then for a bat. The metal handle was set in her hand, tightening hands around it, staring at the top that was covered with nails before her eyes fell to him again. He stared at her weakly, lips parting to beg, “P-please..” Her lip twitched before she swung, burying it deep into his skull with a sickening crack, giving a small laugh before letting the handle go, bat remaining in place.
A car had pulled to the scene, the doors opening only to show the two brothers that stepped out. “Nice job Dee, pretty sexy work,” Mikey stated with a sneer. “Eat me..” she replied sarcastically, “what do you two assholes want?” James grinned and cocked his head to the side to gesture for her to follow. “Pop wants ya, something about some b***h that’s been stealing from him.” Licking her lips she looked to the others that hopped on their bikes and readied to follow. She climbed on her own, giving one glance down the street to the single person that stood watching in shock at what had happened, Dee pursing her lips in a kiss towards them before riding off after the car that pulled away with a squeal, the others following with a roar of engines.
