Psychopath Bucin
EXECUTIONS

Be wise in choosing the reading, this chapter contains elements of violence!

Warning: This novel resulted in an addiction😅 Happy reading!

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Night at Dave's mansion, by the way,

Dave glanced at Aryn who was asleep in his arms. Aryn's new habit while pregnant, having to hug Dave before going to bed. And now Dave is trying to let go of Aryn's embrace slowly. He put his pillow in Aryn's arms. Aryn doesn't realize that Dave's out of the room.

"I have to teach a lesson to the man who hurt you and our baby, I'll be right back!" Dave pecks Aryn's head.

Finally Dave was able to get out of the room without disturbing his wife's sleep. He hurried Ken, Frans, Zack, and Samuel to gather.

"What would a boss do in the middle of the night like this, sir?" whispers of Frans near Samuel.

"Gua doesn't know yet, maybe there's a job!" sahut Samuel's.

"Middle of the night job? It deserves my salary so big" said Frans.

"You shut up!" whispered Ken warned.

Dave approached Ken, "Has Dion's wound been treated yesterday?" tanyakanya.

"Already, boss!" answer Ken.

"Why treated? Isn't the plan lo abisin?" ask Zack.

"Waste of energy" added Samuel.

"Dion was the man whose palms were crushed yesterday, wasn't he, sir? Hiiyyy.." chirped Frans.

"I'm happy if he feels pain for a long time" Dave replied.

"Prepare the things I asked for yesterday!" Dave's orders.

Ken takes Zack, Samuel, and Frans to a small base on the basement. Ken wasn't sure the three men could be put to work tonight. But let him see where they stand. Ken opened the door covered in long leaves. Samuel and Zack are no strangers to the place. But Frans, he asked a lot and was very curious.

"Wow, I just found out there's a secret place here? I didn't even realize there was a door behind these leaves! What is this place, sir?" Frans enthusiastic.

"This is a small headquarters" Samuel said.

Among the three handsome men was only Samuel who patiently served Frans. They entered the room, as usual they were greeted by chairs and tables.

"That means there's a big headquarters?" ask Frans again.

"When will the cave take you there!" sahut Samuel's.

They arrived in front of a door. Ken opened the slightly rusted iron door. Frans did not dare to step his foot. Ken, Samuel, and Zack who had gone inside shouted at him to enter.

"What is this place?" muttered Frans.

Frans looked around, there was a bed that was commonly used in hospitals. On the bed, Dion lay with his legs chained to the bed. Not only did that astonish Frans, but the contents of this room. Frans saw a closet containing a gun of various sizes. Some guns hung on the wall. There is also a table that is used to arrange knives in various sizes. The objects make the room dominated by white color becomes gripping.

"What do you see?" Zack nudged Frans elbow that had been gawking ever since.

"What is this place, sir?" ask Frans.

"Don't Samuel tell you this is a small headquarters" said Zack.

"Hush still! You'll know for yourself!" exclaim Ken.

Ken pulled out a bucket of lemon juice ordered by Dave this afternoon. He placed it beside the table, not far from the bed where Dion lay. Ken then tells Samuel and Zack to wake Dion up.

"What is this much lemon juice for?" ask Frans.

"Just ask Dave, you're so chatty!" sahut Zack's.

Samuel and Zack called Dion to wake him up, but Dion did not wake up. Samuel had also patted his cheek, still no reaction.

"He's dead?" ask Samuel.

"Not yet" Zack replied after checking Dion's breathing and pulse.

Tap

Tap

Tap

The sound of footsteps approaching. Frans glanced, it was Dave who came. He fixed his standing position, his gaze slightly lowered.

"Let me wake him up!" exciting Dave.

Samuel and Zack took a few steps back to make room. Dave smiled cunningly. He approached Dion. His right hand squeezed Dion's palm which he stepped on the other day.

Arggh...

Dion's screams filled the ceiling of the room. Frans approached Samuel. Without realizing it, Samuel approached her.

"Basic demon!" cry Dion.

"I thought you were dead!" Dave smiled cunningly.

"Cih...you think I'm that weak?" sahut Dion's.

"It's good that if you're not weak, it means we can have more fun here!" Dave took his chair, he sat next to Dion's bed.

"I don't want to have fun with a crazy person like you!" dion cried a little rebellious.

Ken tells Zack, Samuel, and Frans to step back even more according to the signal given by his boss. Usually Zack and Samuel are always absent for this kind of business, but it looks like tonight they cannot be absent. Plus there is no more Reza who usually accompanies Dave. If Dave was as angry as he was right now, just once they were gone would definitely end up with a punishment.

"I'm more interested in having fun with you! You have dared to challenge me for a long time! You took Elsa and ruined her life, now you're trying to separate me again with my love? You don't know me very well yet!" say Dave.

"My ultimate goal is to destroy you! I won't let you have love and happiness in this world, you killed my father in such a cruel way!" sahut Dion's.

"Do you know what your father did? He's a traitor to me, I hate a traitor! That's the punishment a traitor deserves!" Dave puts emphasis on every word I say.

"Traitors must die!" exciting Dave.

Zaass,

Aarrggh....

Dion's cries filled the ceiling of the silent room. Blood flowed from his cheeks. The wound is deep until it looks a little gaping. The pillowcase is white to red.So Dave secretly took one of his collection knives.

"Mama.." said Frans.

Brucks,

Dave turned his head, he nibbled his temple. Dion should have fainted, but it was the three timid men behind him lying on the floor. Who else if not Zack, Samuel, and Frans.

"You employ the weak!" dion in the middle of his screams.

Zack and Samuel never executed Dave's prisoner. The reason each of them was indeed afraid of blood. Now plus Frans.

"You're treating the wound!" Dave's orders point towards Dion.

Dave sat on the couch, his legs on the table. His face always displayed a smile, a smile of satisfaction as he saw Dion moaning in pain. He tells Ken to flick the wound on Dion's cheek by using alcohol first.

Aarrggh....

Dion's shout made Dave's smile wider. Dave enjoyed every scream that came out of his enemy's mouth. Dave moved out of his chair as Dion's screams were no longer heard, he fainted. Dave picked up one of the neatly arranged pistols in the storage closet. He swiped the gun lovingly.

Click, click,

Dave put up the bullet. At the same time Frans, Zack, and Samuel came to their senses. I don't know why they put their hands up at the same time. Like a thief caught by the police.

The three of them stared at each other, then lowered their hands. Dave and Ken chuckled at the behavior of his three best friends.

"You suck, just saw a little blood fainting!" exciting Dave.

"Lo outrageous Dave! You should have told me first if you wanted to slash his cheek! Cave and Zack can close their eyes first!" samuel Protest.

"Rese lo Dave!" zack.

"Am I wrong to take the job? Mr. Dave looks really happy after making that guy bleed!" muttered Frans.

"Kc..For years, the mafia was still afraid of blood" Ken said.

"The mobster? Will my fate be the same as that man? Mama forgive Frans for forcing me to take this job" Frans murmured.

"Are you regretting your decision to work for me?" exclaim Dave to Frans.

"Eh... sir, will my fate be the same as that man? I haven't felt like I have a lover, sir! Pity me, I better get out of this job! My last salary is not okay, my savings have been a lot plus Range Rover that you gave me," said Frans fear.

The four handsome men before him chuckled when they heard his words.

"Don't overdo it! Your life is assured if you are honest and loyal on my side, but once you betray your fate will be worse than Dion!" Dave chuckles.

Frans nodded with fear. Dave moved from his seat when he saw Dion coming to his senses again. He had a crazy idea for Dion.

"Yourself?" ask Dave.

"He fainted Dave, not sleeping!" samuel chuckled.

"Whisper!" shout Dion.

"Don't shout out loud, the wound on your cheek is bleeding again right," said Dave.

Dave wiped the blood out with his hand. Samuel, Zack, and Frans could still survive.

"Devil like you won't live happily!" dion was full of anger.

"What a whisper! I think I want to sew your mouth!" exciting Dave.

"Brengsw*k!" shout Dion.

Dave walked casually towards the table next to the bed. He opened one of the drawers. It looks like Dave picked up a box filled with drugs. Unexpectedly, Dave picked up a complete thread with a needle commonly used to seal the wound.

"Shut up!" exciting Dave.

Arggh....

Dave's hand looks agile sewing the wound on Dion's cheek. The wound on Dion's cheek closed, the bleeding stopped. Until here Samuel, Zack, and Frans are desperate to survive. The three of them just lowered their heads, not daring to look at Dave's actions.

"Cursed you!" shout Dion.

"I've treated your wound? Why do you look so angry?" say Dave.

"Basic crazy psychopath!" shout Dion.

"I told you not to scream! Why are you still yelling?" sahut Dave with anger.

He took the needle he used to stitch Dion's wound. His left hand held Dion's lips.

Arggh...

Dion's cry was shrill, making anyone feel frightened. Dave really sewed mulit Dion. Dion's two hands were not tied but he could not fight, his two broken hands were no match for Dave who was filled with resentment and anger.

Fresh blood flowed from Dion's mouth. The entire pillow that became the base of his head was wet with blood.

"Let'soooooo!" samuel and Zack. The two of them ran off to leave the room.

While Frans, he was still silent in his place. "Mama.." he said. Both legs felt weak, not strong to be invited to run.

Dave laughed triumphantly, Dion's mouth closed tightly. Dion shook his head, blood kept flowing. Even to the floor. Dave wiped his red hands with blood on his shirt.

"Ken," call Dave.

Ken already understood, he took alcohol from inside the drawer. And,

Byurrrs, byuurr,

"Mmmmm...." Dion screamed with all his might.

"With that alcohol, your wounds won't get infected!" Dave laughed a little.

"Yamaa!" frans shouted as hard as he could. He ran out of the room. There is a little regret in Dave's heart for having friends and men who are afraid of blood.

"Mmm.mmmmm" Dion tried to say something.

"What's? You want to catch up with your dad soon, huh? I know it! Be patient... You want a fast or slow lane?" say Dave.

Ken just smiled wryly at the madness of his boss.

"Mmmm..mmmm" Dion shouted again.

"I suggest you take the slow lane," Dave walked to the corner of the room. He picked up his favorite modified caste stick. The surface of the stick was adorned with sharp and large spikes.

Just as Dave was swinging his wand, he saw Dion's tears dripping mixed with blood on his face.

"Sstt... Don't cry!" Dave covered Dion's blood-soaked mouth with his hand. Dion's cry grew louder.

"Ouch...What was? Do you want a fast track? I'll give you!" exciting Dave.

Dave's hand moved out of Dion's mouth. He walked over to pick up the gun he had wiped.

"Say hello to your father!" shout Dave.

Dor dor's,

Two hot pews nestled in Dion's stomach. The man was so fucked up. His body is full of blood. Ken shifted his eyes.

"Still alive? Wow.. that's great.." Dave said when he saw Dion was still breathing. Both of Dion's eyes closed, enduring the pain.

"Ken.." cried Dave.

"Ready, boss!" sahut Ken's.

Ken took a bucket of lemon juice that had been prepared earlier. It's time to do the last job. Ken closed both eyes, and

Byurrs, byurrs,

"Mmmmm.." Dion's eyes bulged.

The lemon water soaked Dion's entire body. Mixed with the man's blood and soaked the floor.

Ken ventured to open both of his eyes. Dion no longer moved. Ken checked the man's pulse, he didn't feel it. Dion was already dead with both of his eyes glaring.

"He's dead, boss!" call Ken to Dave.

"More bodies! Leave it in front of his house!" exciting Dave.

Dave wiped his red hands. He smiled broadly.

"Whoever dares to hurt my wife, I will surely free her from this world!" shrewd Dave.

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