Deadly Possession - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Lissette

Anger. As I stare at the screen of my laptop all I can muster is anger. No one called to check on me and my sudden leave of absence, they just sent me emails on how I blew my big chance. And now, 4 weeks later my boss emails me telling me that I was to come in to work the night shift on Thursday. He didn't even give me a heads up. What if I was out of town or something? Would he just expect me to come back in town with no notice to come in and do night duty?

All I would be doing is monitoring everyone out in the field and holding down the fort which I had no idea how to do since I was just a desk agent. NOT a field agent. But I guess this was my punishment for taking a vacation. I'd probably just have to get through this one week and then I'd be back on day duty. I couldn't put in a resignation because as of 2 years ago when I accepted this job, I don't exist. Try explaining that to further employers.

All this thinking was making my head hurt and my tears of frustration surface. I head to the freezer and grab another gallon of ice cream.

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"Nice to see you again, freckles." I look up and see Dylan leaning over my desk.

"Don't call me that," I snap. That was a stupid nick name that bitch came up with and everyone else joined in the taunting making fun of me.

"Wow I thought for sure that you'd come back a little more refreshed than that on your little vacation. What'd you do, sit at home all month?" He laughs with sarcasm but he just doesn't know how spot on he is. I just decide to ignore him.

"Well, you know, here on night duty, we all converge in the main room where we can each be at ready if a problem arises." He stands to leave the room purposely knocking the large file on top of my desk onto the ground. I immediately jump up with tears of frustration.

"What did I ever do to you?!" I shout. He only laughs at me while he walks out.

"You started working here."

It takes me 30 minutes to reorganize the folder and it's contents. I couldn't get over what he said to me. That's why he was mean? Because I started working here? I walk out of my office and head to the snack machine. There was no way in hell I was going to be in the same room with all of those assholes. I grab the bag of chips out of the machine and begin walking to my office when I hear it.

A faint popping sound, like a silencer. I slow my pace and head towards the control room. A scream of agony rips through the air and chills creep up my arms.

"Guys? This isn't funny." My voice is quivering because I am so afraid. I had no gun, no combat training, and nothing to defend myself but a bag of chips. Maybe they were just playing another prank on me like they did last year around Halloween. If there was a real intruder, the alarm system would have went off.

"Guys I swear if you're playing a.." My voice trails off as my eyes reach the streaks of blood on the wall. My heart rate increases and I slowly back away from the sight and take off the opposite direction down the corridor. Out of nowhere someone snatches me and I let out a scream.

A hard slap echoes off my face and I'm looking into the eyes of Derick, one of my coworkers. He was an ass to me like everyone else. He holds his hands to his lips and slowly picks his gun up looking around the corner. Another scream echoes off the walls and fear is pouring off of me in waves.

Derick moves to aim his gun when out of nowhere, a knife plunges right past my face and into his hands connecting them. He lets out a scream and backs up.

"Oh God oh God oh God.." I can't believe what I'm seeing. I try and shush him as I look at the wound. The knife has a hook on the other end which makes it impossible to pull out without taking most of his flesh and bone with it.

"Ok, hold on, I'll get it out." I try and calm him down when out of nowhere a hand comes and yanks the knife from his palms. Blood splatters everywhere and the hand takes the same knife plunging it into his chest and into the wall. Another knife follows suit and Derick is gone.

I'm shaking like a leaf as I turn and look to see who the hand is connected to. A face I never thought I'd see in my life. At least in person anyway. Luca Pasquino is gazing at me with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, and a smile is playing at his lips. And if he hadn't just murdered Derick and didn't have blood currently seeping down his body, I'd be unable to move because of how gorgeous this man was, and not because of fear.

He studies me closely and a small laugh escapes his lips.

"How lucky am I?" He brings the butt of his knife to my temple, and black envelopes me.

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I couldn't take this. This man, no this monster. Was sick. And twisted and evil. Not once has he flinched as he tortured and killed everyone. When I came to, it was me, Dylan and one other guy I had never met in my life before were tied up to the chairs. Apparently someone locked the system but didn't have the common sense to call for back up before they did .

A cruel smile was plastered on Luca's face. The control room was filled with blood. There was blood on the panels, on the walls, and a bucket of blood in the corner. There were bodies strewn everywhere and the metallic tang permeated the air. I tried my best to keep brave, but Luca wrapped his fist around the mans throat and I couldn't help the cry that escaped my lips.

The man is struggling miserably but can do nothing. His arms are jerking violently behind him, but there is nothing he can do. Nothing any of us can do. Two men crash into Luca pulling him off of the guy. One, a man I've never seen before. He was equally as handsome as his friends.

But my eyes widen in shock when I notice the other one. The guy from the supermarket. Nicolai. He also had blood smattered on his clothes, but not as bad as Luca. The blood and bodies and sanity level of Luca doesn't seem to phase him at all as he walks towards the mans now still body with an annoyed expression.

He presses his fingertips underneath his jaw, looking over at Luca.

"Dammit Luca you were supposed to scare him not kill him! He may have had the information we needed!" A sickening laugh echoes throughout the chamber and I stare in horror. Luca is sitting down and laughing. He's fucking laughing like some crazed person. His smile is wide and pure joy is pouring from his features. As if he weren't surrounded by dead people.

I can feel my body vibrating in fear as the guy holding Luca slowly releases him. He stands to his full intimidating height, and cruel gray eyes wander over the room until they fall on me. He pauses his movements as he stares at me, and begins taking slow, deliberate steps towards me, his eyes glaring me down with hate. I can't help the whimpers that escape my lips. A crushing new fear that I've never felt before is driving its way deep into my chest, crushing me with its weight.

He squats in front of me, turning his head to the side. His hand reaches up, grasping my face in his palms. A squeal of terror escapes my lips, the warm blood from my fallen coworkers smearing on my face in thick rivulets. His eyes focus in on mine, and it's like I was staring into deep pools of misery. He seems to be looking into my soul, not moving an inch as he studies me. I can't take staring into his eyes and squeeze mine shut in fear, trying to transport myself anywhere but here. To a better place.

"You won't get anything out of us. We have been trained for this kind of thing. No matter what you bottom feeders do." My eyes fly open in shock. Dylan's voice echoes strong across the room and I stare at him in horror. Was he an idiot? I was not trained for this kind of thing! Why would he goad this man on? Luca lets go of my face standing to face Dylan.

I jump as chills shoot up my spine. Luca laughs. He laughs again. And I don't think such a joyful sound has ever brought me so much fear in my life. Luca continues to laugh and laugh and laugh. My eyes travel to Dylan and he looks as though he really believes his words were going to evoke a positive change.

"Bottom feeders?" Luca is still laughing while he repeats Dylan foolish choice of words. Luca stands over Dylan.

"Please, I would love to know what you mean by 'bottom feeders'." The room is silent as Dylan realizes his mistake. Luca turns his attention back to me and an involuntary whimper escapes me from the dread. I can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to kill me. He killed the other guy on accident after gouging a fucking hole in his thigh.

His eyes connect with mine and he finally speaks.

"You know, how about we play a game?" A glint appears in his eyes as he stares at me. Any kind of game he was associated with was a slow torture to your ultimate demise. I open my mouth to beg for my life, hoping to appeal to some kind of human side of this man.

"Please please please.. no.." My voice comes out shaking so violently, I can barely get the words out. He completely ignores me walking over to a black bag.

"I have people awaiting my orders and not a lot of time." He pulls out a pair of garden shears you would use to clip your roses and I let out cries of sorrow escape my lips, tears are running down my face. He walks towards me with those shears but is speaking to Dylan.

"I'm going to ask you a question." He stops in front of me grabbing my hand. I scream again since I can't move my hands at all the way they have me tied up.

"Each time you don't answer... well, that's a finger." He places my pointer finger in between the blades. I frantically try and jerk away from him but he holds my hand tight.

"Here's the catch." He looks at me and that fucking smile

"You can't answer me. Only he can. So whether or not your fingers stay intact is up to him." A defeated breath escapes me. My gaze travels from Luca to Dylan. He's staring at me with wide eyes too. I was fucking screwed. Dylan would never give up the password to save me let alone my fingers.

"Please, don't do this please!" I shout at Luca begging for some kind of mercy. He turns to me so quick with the most malicious glare I have ever seen. It was an image that would forever haunt me in my dreams.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I won't be able to hear him. And if I can't hear him I will assume he didn't answer." I immediately close my mouth trying to staunch the tears. I nod my head frantically trying to let him know that I understand so he doesn't chop my fingers off. His demeanor screamed that he was all too eager to get it started.

"So." He turns back to Dylan. "What's your name?" He stares at Dylan awaiting an answer. I'm shocked by random question, and expect Dylan to respond immediately. There was no important information that could be given away by a name. Dylan still doesn't respond and my eyes widen as I look at him with pleading eyes. I feel the pressure of the blade and the piercing pain as he slices through the thin top layer of my flesh. I grit my teeth in pain and squeeze my eyes shut, pained sobs escaping my lips.

"Dylan! It's Dylan!" He finally responds.

"You may want to answer a little sooner next time, Dylan."

"And tell me, Dylan. What is her name?" I open my eyes at that hoping that he wouldn't do the same thing again.

"Lissette." I breathe a sigh of relief when he answers right away. Luca nods at him.

"Now understand this Dylan. Lissette. I have a wife at home. A lovely wife. And she's pregnant. With a son. I believe he is my son. She says she was pregnant BEFORE she was sold as a fucking sex slave by your superiors. I want my son, and my wife, to be safe. Which is why I need that password. So Dylan. What's the password?" Dylan only stares at him with wide eyes. Before I can beg or anything, excruciating pain explodes up my hand and searing throughout my body. My finger is detached from my body. The sickening snap of my bone searing itself in my brain. A scream of agony erupts from my mouth.

"Password Dylan."

"Please! Tell him Dylan! Please!" Dylan disregards me and another one of my fingers are severed. I can barely register the cold metal against another finger and I can't help myself any longer.

"Porthouse44! Please it's Porthouse44, we change the passwords every hour, we just changed it, just please please stop!" I can barely form a coherent though from the pain echoing throughout my body. I finally open my eyes, hoping that Luca has left me to go deal with his oh so pressing matters. But dread settles in the pit of my stomach when I see him smiling at me.

"Thank you Lissette. But it was Dylan I asked. Remember?" I open my mouth letting out another scream as Luca severs another fucking finger. My arm felt as though it were on fire and being sliced up all at once, the pain from my fingers not just stopping at my hand. All the pain I was feeling was too much for me to handle. I feel the cool press of a blade against my throat and see Luca's gray, emotionless eyes staring me down. I feel the fabric of my pants getting warm as I lose control of my bladder. I'd be embarrassed if I wasn't in so much pain and fear.

So this is it. This was how I was going to die. By the blade of Luca Pasquino. The man who I spent all those months studying so that I could bring him down and he came back with a vengeance. I never thought that this would be it. This would be the way I died. Murdered. With 3 of my fingers missing. No one would miss me, no one would get justice for my death. No one would even investigate.

"Luca." Luca stops his actions and looks to his left. His eyes narrow for a moment before he smiles in amusement.

"Holy shit," he laughs. 

For whatever reason he turns away from me and the blade that was once at my throat is now plunged into Dylan's chest. Luca walks to Dylan and I can hear him murmuring something but I can't make out what from the thundering of my heart in my ears. I watch in utter horror as Luca takes the bucket of blood that was in the corner and kicks Dylan's chair out from under him. His head is submerged in the bucket of blood. I watch in horror as Dylan is drowned in a bucket of blood. Luca is holding him under the water, a smile on his face. Eventually Dylan stops moving and Luca doesn't even have the decency to remove his head from underneath the blood.

"Bring me some ice." Luca speaks to someone. He keeps coming towards me and I try and silence my sobs but it's all but impossible from the pain and fear that I'm feeling. He grabs the bowl of ice and grabs my fingers from the floor placing them in the bowl. I look away in horror but feel his fingers around my jaw forcing me to look into those cold depths.

"The only reason I am letting you live, is because he wants you. If it were up to me, you'd be dead. Pull anything on him, and will you drown you in your own blood." I don't doubt his words judging from what I just witnessed. So many questions are swarming through my head but I don't have the energy to even focus on them from the pain my body is experiencing. He roughly shoves my head away from his grasp. He stands walking away from my line of vision. I'm left there with my thoughts. I can't hear anything, a loud ringing has placed itself in my ears. I don't know how long I sit there, bound and tied up. It seems like forever. The sight of Dylan's dead body is in front of me and no one is bothering to move him.

I try and think of something, anything to distract me from the pain but I can't. I can't focus at all. All I can think about is the pain. All I can see is the blurring image of Dylan's body. There is a sharp prick on the side of my neck and I don't even have the energy to cry out. But I am happy when a shroud of darkness comes over me, taking me away from the pain.

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Nicolai.

Luca and his damn games. I always found myself wondering how the hell he came up with these. I believe that if Luca just does his torture, you are lucky. But if Luca utters the words, "Let's play a game." You are beyond screwed. Luck has fucked you over. Watching Lissette grow more and more fearful was bothering the hell out of me. I was hoping that I was the one that would find her. I could convince her to give me the password, I even brought a syringe so I could inject her and make her die peacefully in her sleep.

But I also brought a second syringe. So that I could put her to sleep. Because when I thought of killing her, I got this bad feeling in my chest. I didn't understand it. I've never had a problem with killing innocents before. It was just a job. And I had to protect the family. But this innocent was fucking with my head.

But with my luck, Luca had found her first. And now he was playing another one of his fucked up mind games with her and the remaining guy. I knew things were about to get bad. Romelo it sitting next to me ready to type in the password and get the information once we got it from them.

"You look like Luca's torture is bothering you." Romelo's voice pulls me from my thoughts. I look at him. His eyes are still trained on the screen but he has an amused grin on his face. And I want to punch him.

"No.. I just.. I don't feel like a game is necessary."

Romelo laughs in amusement.

"Since when? Aren't you the one that reminded him that he hadn't come up with one lately?" I mentally slap myself. I sure was. I was fucking teasing him though, and I didn't expect him to implement it now.

I jump as a scream explodes from Lissette's lips. The same lips that have never smiled in the weeks I've been watching her. The longer she screams the heavier the pressure gets in my chest. Lissette's screams are pulling at my heart each time Luca takes a finger. I know my job. Stay put. Let Luca do what he does best. But something keeps nagging at me. I should feel nothing for this girl. Nothing at all. Hell, I didn't even know her, but as another crack of her bones sounds throughout the room I feel nausea.

"You better say something before he takes all her fingers. Can't get at least a hand job without those." Irritation seeps into my features and I look at Romelo. He's watching me with amusement.

In that moment I regret ever confiding in him. I had been talking to him about Lissette these past few weeks. I guess he has picked up these hesitant feelings I was having and I completely hated it.

"Porthouse44! Please it's Porthouse44! " Lissette's shrill cries echo off the walls and I instantly feel even worse for her. She answered instead of Dylan. If there was one thing I knew about Luca, it was that he stuck to the rules of his games. And Lissette just broke the rules. The fact that she gave us the password meant nothing.

The screen lights up in my peripheral and I see that she told the truth. Romelo is already at work getting information and addresses. But another shrill cry sounds as Luca takes another finger. Why did he have to go so far? I turn my attention to the screen trying to ignore the mess going on around me.

"You better say something soon before he gets carried away." Romelo's eyes are focused on the screen. I let out a groan of frustration. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Romelo pushes back from the table looking at me for the first time in irritation.

"You know you like her. But looks like I'm going to have to do everything my fucking self around here." He turns towards Luca and just in time because Luca has a knife to Lissette's throat. I flinch taking quick steps but Romelo grabs me roughly by the shoulder.

"I fucking knew it," Romelo murmurs.

"Luca," he calls out. Thank God Luca wasn't in that fucking haze he always got caught in. He immediately shifts his gaze towards us with that crazed look in his eyes. I immediately look away in embarrassment. We were stopping a fucking torture because I was a fucking weakling. I can feel my face burning. There's silence that seems to drag on forever.

"Holy shit," Luca laughs and my face grows even redder. If we weren't in such a serious situation I'd punch him too.

"Bring me some ice." Romelo laughs at my side shaking his head obviously enjoying my discomfort as he walks away. Luca puts her fingers in the bowl. If we moved quickly, and didn't let the nerves die, her fingers would be reattached. But I had to move quickly. I go back to the computer finishing the contacts. After I write everything down I walk to where Luca is kneeling in front of Lissette, growling in her face. He shoves her head away roughly and I have to clench my fists together.

Luca stands turning towards me giving me the most frightening expression. "Do you have the address we need?"

I nod my head slowly, having no idea what was going through his head. He may be my best friend, but his emotions were unpredictable.

"Stay here, survey cleanup, make sure this place is destroyed. Leave no trace of us being here." He motions to Lissette.

"She's all yours. If she escapes and we get caught, I will kill you before the cops can." I nod my head in complete understanding. As of now, I was responsible for any consequences that came with this. Lissette was a danger to us. To the family. I was bringing a huge risk to us. If it were anyone else, Luca would ignore my wishes and probably fuck me up for voicing them. But we were best friends and had been that way since we were kids. And to men like us, that mean something. After what seems like forever a smile graces his face in amusement at me.

"Enjoy," he laughs walking away with Romelo in tow. I ignore his teasing tone.

"Luca!" He pauses and turns to face me.

"Be careful. We don't need Elise becoming a widow now." I give him a small smile and he nods his head. This night was far from over. We were far from clear, and we all knew that. If any of us lost our lives tonight, it would be devastating. I've known Luca since we were 6 years old. He's the closest friend I've ever had as well as Romelo. So tonight we were pushing for each other to survive. We had no time to do recon, and no time to pick up on patterns, security, etc.

"You too," he says. I nod my head to him. I had to destroy this place. I had no idea if anyone was coming or not so I had to work fast. And lucky for me I had some people to help with the cleanup. They both leave me and I turn to the screen to wipe the system and copy the files. Lissette is still screaming in the corner. I walk over to her body and insert the needle into her neck causing her to fall into an unconscious state.

Help doesn't arrive for another 30 minutes. And I don't have the capacity to think of anything other than what was required currently. But when I can finally breathe, I walk to one of the men.

"I have a very important job for you." He regards me with wide eyes. I motion for him to follow me to Lissette's unconscious body. I study her unconscious body trying to figure out what it was about this girl that made me feel this way.

"Take her. To Dr. Shotwell. Immediately. She is your priority right now," I say. The guy looks confused but doesn't voice his opinion. Good. He grabs Lissette's body and picks her up to take her to the Dr.

The cleanup takes forever but we finally manage to get everything where it's supposed to be. We all stand outside the building awaiting the countdown until the explosion, the sound music to my ears. We did it. We fucking did it. We took down a top secret government agency. Probably the youngest to ever pull something like that off.

Now all that was left was for Luca and Romelo to do their jobs. My phone goes off and a sigh of relief escapes me when I see that it's Romelo.

"Damn and I'd hoped he would have won." I answer jokingly.

"He almost did." Romelo laughs through the line.

"Hey have you heard from Luca yet?" he asks.

"No...," I say which was odd. Honestly I figured Luca would be finished before Romelo.

"I'll go see if he needs any backup," I say quickly hanging up the phone. I quickly jump into my car heading to Luca's sight. Hoping the whole way he would check in before I got there. But he still hadn't. As I get closer to the property, I see a massive dark cloud illuminated by an orange glow.

"Oh my God," I whisper. I smash the gas trying to speed up. Where the house should be is nothing but debris. And fucking fire. My heart is hammering in my chest as I stop in front of the rubble.

I jump out quickly running to the rubble. This can't be happening. He can't be dead. There is nothing here.

"Fuck!" I shout. A crushing devastation is overcoming me. This must be a fucking dream.

I call Romelo and he picks up on the first ring.

"Yeah."

"Luca.. h-he.. I can't find him.." I don't even know how to tell Romelo. Shock is literally consuming me. I've never felt this way before. Only once before a long time ago.

"I think he's fucking gone man.." Romelo doesn't respond. He's silent.

"You don't know that. Keep fucking looking!" Romelo shouts in a panic. So that's what I do. I hang up the phone, and I keep throwing back every stone and brick. Hoping that by some miracle, I'll find not only the capo, but my best friend.

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