HOW DARE YOU

In a dark, horrific room with just a dim light that throws shadows on the wall. 

A tall figure with beguiling features that looked like an alluring god of the dark can be spotted sitting so confidently with legs on each other.

His expensive scent wafted through the room, a stark contrast to the darkness.

Opposite him was a man tied up to a wooden chair from his shoulder to his foot, making him unable to escape even if he wanted to. 

He was tied in a way that made his skin bleed, and he had torn flesh all over, signifying how much torture he had received. 

Two muscular men were standing behind him, seemingly waiting for order at any point.

“Who sent you?” Jimmy huskily asked, his voice cold and demanding.

“Is that all you got, huh? I expected more from the almighty Snopjay; common, kill me already. Just know this, I won't utter a word, not even a single word!” The man said breathlessly. 

The muscular men tried to attack him but were stopped by Jimmy's gesture.

“Well, I wasn't planning on killing you before, but since you are so eager about your own death, I suppose I have no other choice but to fulfill your last wish. You're so useless anyway. Even the bastard that sent you doesn't see any gigantic reason he should rescue you,” he scornfully mocked.

“You are so confident, aren't you? He contemptuously scoffed. Well, since you got nothing better to do, I suggest you reverse on your homework.” The man sneered churlishly and spontaneously groaned in pain.

Jimmy let out a gentle, sarcastic laugh and shrugged, seemingly not bothered about what he blurted out.

He snapped his finger. “Well…” As Jimmy's words hung in the air, the door creaked open, and two muscular men dragged in a trembling woman and a young boy. 

The boy's eyes widened in terror as he spotted his dad, badly injured, sharing the same reaction as his mother.

“You'll die anyway,” Jimmy said and returned his gaze to the muscular men. 

They roughly threw them down to the floor like pieces of trash.

The man flinched as his eyes twitched, and he saw his wife and kid. He wasn't expecting anything like that. 'How the hell did he get to know their whereabouts?' The man thought, his face twisted with confusion as he tried solving the puzzle in his head.

He snapped his finger, and a lady walked majestically in with a large silver plate; on it were several harmful tools for killing animals. 

He picked a small knife from there that looked exactly like a parer but was sharper and had two side blades; he squatted before the shocked and terrified lady.

“But I won't kill you that easily,” Jimmy uttered as his lingering gaze settled on the boy.

“I'm going to kill him first,” Jimmy uttered, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The man flinched; each word sent a shiver down his spine.

Not even a single remorse could be spotted in his voice as he gestured at the shocked boy that fear almost ate up.

The lady gasped in shock, and his gaze shifted to her badly tortured husband, who seemed shocked himself. 

She shook her head as if trying to say no, no, no, it must not happen. The man couldn't say anything but just swallow hard. His parched lips cracked, tasting the salt of his sweat.

“Then I'll kill her,” he completed his statement with a mysterious smile as he traced the parer lookalike from her shoulder down her fingers, which penetrated her skin even with his calm touch.

The lady groaned in pain, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“You can do anything to me, but please spare my son. He is innocent; he's only six.” She cried out; she couldn't bear watching her son die in front of her. It terrified her. 

Jimmy faced her; his eyes sparkled with sadistic pleasure, enjoying every bit of the drama he started. 

"Interesting,” he uttered.

"Woman, either life or death, that will be decided according to your husband's next word. Your husband holds your son's life now, woman. I'm giving him the last chance to speak, or I'll kill him right before your eyes. Even God won't be able to save you by then.” Jimmy coldly uttered with loads of warning clear in his voice. 

The woman gulped down as she stared into her husband's eyes, strained and in tears. The man gulped.

“You should know this before you die, fool, whether you choose to speak or not. I'll find out within 24 hours. You'll be dead by then, all along with your filthy family; it's even better; it's going to be a whole big family, right?” He said scornfully.

The lady gasped; she felt a rush of adrenaline as her thoughts lingered on his words.

“Blackbones, his name is Blackbones,” the man finally blurted out without hesitation, and Jimmy laughed out loud scornfully. 

Then he stopped all of a sudden, and his gaze turned cold and dark, spreading his dangerous aura all over the room like a virus, causing a lot of tension in the air. He raised and took his seat comfortably.

“Black--Bones” He echoed and smiled mysteriously.

'He's a coward, yes, he is. When it concerns his family, of course! He had hidden them far away from his evil world, but then this demon still managed to find them.

His family has always been his priority and still is even now. He can never watch them die in front of him. No, never. All he was doing was only for them, and today, they've become his biggest weakness.

He will not be able to bear the pain of watching his son die right in front of him, and he couldn't do a dammit.' He thought as the memories of his son promising him a better future swiftly came back to his mind.

A tear ran down his cheek as he summoned all the courage to take a glance at his wife and child once more. 

He knew for a fact that he might not get out alive. Perhaps he's never going to see them again.

“I'm sorry,” he blurted out sadly to his terrified wife, who was utterly broken and speechless as she couldn't just stop looking at him, shattered.

'Her husband, no, she's not going to live her life as a widow ever; it's funny she has never thought of this. He has always been the one saving them, but what now? Who's going to save them now?' She burst into tears as she imagined the worst.

“Please spare my husband,” the woman begged in tears.

To Jimmy, this was just blow-minding entertainment; he was sitting magnificently comforting himself on the couch. 

He watched carefully as they performed their family drama; he made sure he didn't miss a damn thing. It's fun, really fun.

He stood up at once and pulled out his gun, his eyes locked on the boy, his gaze cold and calculating. 

The boy's tiny hands grasped his mother's and held her firmly. 

“Please don't kill mommy and daddy." The little boy cried out. Jimmy smirked and squatted before the boy.

“Oh, you little, you, mommy and daddy are reuniting soon, okay?” He smiled contemptuously. The lady gasped. Does that mean he's freeing them already, seriously?

He stood, his movements deliberate. The gun gleamed in the dim light as he raised it. The boy's eyes widened, frozen in terror.

Before the lady could register another word in her head, the sound of the trigger echoed through the room, and the boy's small body crumpled.

The mother's scream was cut short by a second shot, her body collapsing beside her child.

The man's eyes stretched wide, the white visible around his iris, as his jaw dropped, frozen in a silent scream.

He couldn't even utter a word or bulge; he just gasped.

Jimmy laughed devilishly, with satisfaction shown in his blue, captivating eyes. 

His eyes gleamed with a cold, unyielding intensity, devoid of even a flicker of regret. He took his seat back, resting his back comfortably, and brought out his cigarettes. 

He inhaled deeply on it and let out the smoke in the air. The bitter tang of smoke lingered in the air.

He so much enjoyed the shocked and dreadful expression on his face. So exciting. 

“Now tell me, how do you want your death? I'm ready to fulfill your last wish now. "You want it fast or gentle?” He asked, merely inhaling his cigarettes and exhaling slowly, spreading the smoke out in the air. The man couldn't say a single word. 

His mouth hung open, completely speechless and dumbfounded.

“Alright, I'll help out; a slow death can be better than anything.” He said it seriously and puffed on his cigarettes. 

Then I stood up and squatted before him. The silver plate was right beside him. 

He picked the parer lookalike and grinned evilly.

“Guess what this is going to your body?” He laughed contemptuously, enjoying every bit of the game he launched. 

As though he had just come back from his Neverland, the mockery laugh brought him back, and just realizing the more dangerous he was, he struggled, shaking his body, but he was utterly powerless against the tightrope. 

His eyes widened, and he gulped down his dried spit as he noticed him smiling with so much satisfaction that it signified danger to him.

“No, please don't use that on me; don't kill me,” the man pathetically begged with horror written all over his face. Then Jimmy frowned.

His brow furrowed, his voice laced with amusement. “What are you saying now, huh? You were eager to die just moments ago, and now you don't want to die anymore? What's wrong? What changed?” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Please don't kill me, please,' he begged, his voice trembling. “I'll do anything you demand of me, I promise.” Horror etched his face.

Jimmy's face twisted into a sneer, radiating satisfaction.

“Um, interesting; you going to do whatever I asked you to do, huh?” He asked amusingly. 

“Yes, yes, I'll do anything you demand of me, I promise; I will take you to Blackbones if that's what you want,” he besought pathetically.

'Perhaps this is the only way out; his wife and kid are dead. What kind of human being kills an innocent child and his mother without feeling any remorse at all? 

He's nothing but a monster, and now it's his turn, just like the beast had said. 

But getting any sharp objects penetrating his torn flesh was the least he wanted right now, so he was ready to do anything he said.' His mind lingered as his gaze locked onto Jimmy, his face twisted in a mix of terror and revulsion as if staring at a creature devoid of humanity.

Jimmy snapped his finger, and just like playing, the next thing he saw was a muscular man losing the tightrope already, and he groaned spontaneously as the rope was being removed from his skin. 

The pain was sharp, 'but he was going to be free after all'. He laughed heartily.

“Thanks so much, Snopjay; you're a kind man; I never knew you could be this kind.” He rejoiced.

“Of course, of course, what will I gain from killing you? I will gain nothing; it's just twice as entertaining watching you kill yourself." What did you think?” He said and smiled devilishly like the devil himself, then back out, reclaiming his seat. 

He puffed in the cigarettes and exiled the smoke slowly. His eyes were cold and dangerous as he rested his back, waiting for the fun to begin.

The man's thoughts trailed off as Jimmy's words hung in the air. A moment ago, he had seemed willing to spare his life. Now…??? His eyes widened in horror.

'How can the beast joke with somebody's life like this, like a piece of paper? Is he this cruel?' He wondered.

The next thing he saw was that his right hand was freed, but his body was still glued to the wooden chair, and then he was holding a shiny silver knife. 

'What's this meant for, to cut tomatoes? Of course not, to kill himself... Wait, What!,' his mind screamed to his ears.

The man's throat constricted, and his mouth parched with fear. He tried to swallow, but his dry throat refused to cooperate.

'How can the devil expect him to kill himself with his hands? Is that even possible? How can he consider something as pathetic as that'? 

As his mind raced with different thoughts, an idea crept into his mind, and all of a sudden___

He attacked him by throwing the knife at him in a martial arts form; surprisingly to him, he caught the tip of the knife not even yielding or bulging.

Instantly, Jimmy's face squeezed with disgust; his gaze turned cold and grievous, more dangerous than ever since now. 

He stood up and walked slowly towards him. The man flinched and swallowed hard with widened eyes as he felt his burning gaze on him—a gaze that was enough to send anyone to his grave in just a blink of an eye. 

The tension was so hot that he could feel it on his skin, but what terrified him the most was that he was actually walking towards him now with the same knife.

Jimmy squatted before him and raised his head, his dangerous gaze sipping into his, making the man tremble and struggle to free himself, horror written all over him.

“No, no, sorry, please, I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,” the man blurted out fast, terrified to death.

“How dare your scoundrel!” He yelled, his voice cold and aggressive, and the next thing, he swung the knife across his chest violently, non-stopping. 

The man's screams echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of dripping blood.

Then he penetrated the knife into his stomach, ending his miserable life. 

Jimmy stood, his movements deliberate.

He pulled out his gun and emptied the clip into the lifeless body, each shot echoing through the room.

In just a twinkle of an eye, an image of a lifeless man was displayed in a bloody, messy way; his flesh was torn miserably, and the man died a horrific death, even though his eyes were still widened after his death.

Jimmy's gaze lingered on the lifeless bodies before he turned to exit.

“Clean this mess,” he instructed, his voice cold and detached. Then he stepped out of the room, spreading his dark aura all over the room.

Irene awaited him, her expression neutral.

“The meeting will be starting in five minutes, boss,” Irene informed as he stepped out of the room.

Jimmy's eyes narrowed, his thoughts already shifting to the next victim.

“Cancel it; arrange someone's death for me immediately,” he instructed coldly. He still needs more blood to calm down the raging demon in him, and that means killing someone.

"Sure, boss,” Irene said and bowed. 

"Good,” he uttered frigidly and walked off.