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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 4:12:15 GMT
Tagging along with Primo on his "buisness" trips into town wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, though neither was staying at home from some of the other ones. She'd been sure that she would have to go with him, at some point, to one of them. And once she was offered the opportunity, all other disappointments flew out and away like a thin whisper on the wind.
Seated on a chair that was a bit too high for her, Nessa looked curiously from her father to the other person in the room. Apparently, the man hadn't payed what he owed to Primo. Stupid man.
Her feet waved back and forth just slightly, and her hands gripped the wooden sides of the seat, impatient. Honestly, she hadn't been paying attention to the conversation in the last few minutes or so. She was itching to get to the fun part. "Daddy, when do we get to hurt him?" She asked, tone sharp. Eager, almost.
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Dec 31, 2013 5:54:11 GMT
Primo didn’t control drug trades or any of the other illegal, underground trades on the island. He was kept from doing all that by the pesky woman his brother sent to keep an eye on him, his so-called-wife. But he did, from time to time, loan out money (with interest) when he wasn’t managing his club. If he didn’t, the consequences were dire. There was a certain man who thought he could get away with not paying Primo back. Now he was entertainment for him and his daughter. “Now, my seraph.” He replied back with a tender smile that seemed more sinister than anything else. “Would you like to do the honors?” He held up a knife to her. It didn’t matter that she was a fourteen year old girl who definitely shouldn’t have been mutilating another human being. “ Do you remember how to do it? If you don’t do it right, you might kill him and he won’t be able to pay back his loan.” Primo didn’t mind if he died either. It was a learning experience. NESSA MARTINELLI |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 9:32:15 GMT
Her father's smile brought one of her own, and though childlike, it was no less menacing. Happily, she slid off the chair and took hold of the knife in one hand, careful not to cut herself in her eagerness. She wasted no time approaching the man, who didn't look as afraid towards her as he had towards Primo. She didn't like that. He should have been every bit fearful of her as her father. It was only fair.
"He doesn't look very scared of me." Nessa mused. The knife hovered next to the man's cheek, and the next moment a few fat drops of blood dripped down his cheek. Still, the man made no sound, which was.... unsatisfying. "Does he have any relatives?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. "We can kill one of them." That brought some kind of reaction, at least. While the man squirmed, Nessa grinned.
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Mar 26, 2014 16:10:05 GMT
"You have to make him afraid, my seraph. He is a fool. You need to drill it through that thick skull that he should fear you." Primo cooed to his precious daughter. She was already plotting how to instill fear into the tied up man. He was so proud. "I am sure he has a relative or two that we can use." He watched the bright cherry red blood trickle down the man's cheek. "Shall I call for them to be brought in? I'll let you do the honors."NESSA MARTINELLI |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 3:37:49 GMT
"Yes, please." She didn't take her eyes off of her victim, moved onto the other cheek and traced the blade along the jawbone.
"So, just who is in your family, hm?" She asked aloud. "A partner? A son or daughter? A brother or sister?" She circled the chair once and sat and on her haunches, looked up at her victim with her chin in her hands and a smile that looked a bit too wide. "I'll see to all of them. Every single one."
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Apr 28, 2014 17:43:00 GMT
His children were ruthless, just as he was. Although he was soft with them, he taught them to be vicious. They learned from his sadistic pleasures and mimicked them. Primo never discouraged them when they tormented the help or other children. He instead took pride in them. Everything about them made him proud. With a gesture, he called forth one of his men and spoke quietly into their ear. “Just give the word.” He told his daughter when he had finished his whispering. She was doing so well. He was content with merely watching her threaten and torment the man who thought of skipping out on repaying his loan. He had been foolish to think he’d get off without any consequence. "You're doing great."NESSA MARTINELLI |
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