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Sweetening the Pot
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The boy woke up finally, Giordano wondered what had been running through his mind and dreams, he hoped it was pure torture. He roughly grabbed the boy by the chin and made him look at Giordano. His eyes were still foggy from the fear and the pain, but he did eventually come to recognize him.

Giordano grinned down at the boy, "I have called your love. Sadly she wasn't answering. Too bad for you." Giordano tossed the boys head to the side as he walked away from him and started pacing back and forth, make the boy wait he thought to himself.

Back and forth, he could feel the fear and the determination to do something, but the boy's hands were tied behind his back. Giordano knew with enough struggling the boy could get away. But Giordano could stop that - make the boy do what he wanted without question.

Giordano's ultimate goal was to cause his daughter as much pain as possible. To make her suffer like he had suffered at the hands of the Atharim. She would lose someone close to her, and in the most possibly painful way possible. But what would that way be? He didn't have time to think long, the boy's partner could show up anytime. It wouldn't be good to be caught in the act. Murder or suicide, which would be more devastating to the whelp of the girl. Giordano wanted her to know, the boy wasn't prone to suicide - despite the fact that he was a drunkard at one point in his life. It wasn't hard to hack Alessandra's account while she was at home. Easy enough to use her password and login and search the boy's records. Easy enough.

Giordano stood in front of the boy and smiled fondly at him. He knelt before Lucas and he sent every bit of unscathed devotion to the boy as he grabbed the boy by the face. He would be his. He would be this boy's God. He would do as he was told without hesitation.
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[No subject] - by Alex - 06-03-2015, 08:12 AM
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