‼️‼️‼️TW: DISTURBING PICTURES,DESCRIPTION OF HEAVY VERBAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE,TORTURES AND WOUNDS,DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.THE AUTHOR DOESN'T GLORIFY ANYTHING WRITTEN BELOW AND USES THIS KIND OF OUTLET AS A SAFER WAY TO COPE WITH HIS TRAUMA.READ IT OR NOT - YOUR CHOICE ‼️‼️‼️
In case you care: I've got to the lowest layers of society and created an ao3 account :3
But that's not exactly why I'm making this post for.I want to advertise my GTA:Vice City fanfiction cuz why not.Dead dove one which is tied up to my GVC AU I've been recently talking.Nothing too extraordinary - just my view on what was happening between 1986 (the year of Vice City plot ending) and 1992 (the year of San Andreas plot where Ken Rosenberg appeared as one of the characters in Las Venturas location).It may sound silly according to the sadistic nature of the most of the posts on this blog but,if you want to be a respectful knight of this kingdom,don't fetishize this work too much - it was mostly written as some venting shit and character analysis.Or do whatever you want - I don't care.
I'll upload the first chapter below,and then,if you want to continue the reading,here is the link to the ao3 page of the fanfiction:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66384523/chapters/171187813
I wasn't really too attentive to the tags,+ the work is not finished.I'll try to redact it a lil bit later when all the chapters are uploaded.
Oh,and here is the first chapter!:D
Day 1:I give you the last chance to die peacefully
The first slack out of the peaceful numbness is pain in the back of his head.A sharp one which makes his overall feelings of the surrounding world very dizzy,and centering all his current wills around a simple one - to vomit.As after a good quick spin when you suddenly stop and fall understanding that everything's still moving around you.
When he tries to take a breath,he finds out that something covers his entire face.Not too deep to block the breathing canals but enough to reduce all his attempts of gasping for air similar to the ones you do while being a frightened child hiding under the covers and afraid of sneaking out to get bit by the boogeyman.
He sees nothing but the light which pierces through the little holes of the cloth his head's been covered with.
After an attempt to move with one of his arms,he finds out that they are as tied up,as his legs.For some reasons,a full blown panic attack happens only now when he understands that his movements are restricted.
The symphony of silent sobs and frightened whining is being interrupted by a sound of a heavy metal door to a whatever place he is right in the moment abruptly opening.
The footsteps,probably made by feet in heavy army boots.He hasn't been fast enough to start pleading about not taking his precious life away because the intruder quickly approaches him and takes out the cloth from his head.The only sound he is able to produce during it is a pathetic squeak.
"Wakey-wakey,cocksucker," the stranger says,and it's not even a few seconds when he recognises the face of his captor.
"Tommy?...Wha-...What the hell it even means?"he asks.
"I think,it's something only I have the right to ask,Ken,"Tommy's voice sounds very calm and controlled in spite of all the conditions.
"I...I do-don't understand an-anything,Tommy..."Ken stutters clearly being afraid for his life.Of course,he is: Ken has never been the chill type of guy and,no matter how serious problem actually is,he would rather die from his heart shattering to million of pieces than solving it,and now he is being in the middle of nowhere,tied up with his potentially dangerous friend standing over him with a deadpanned expression.
"Oh?And even now?"the dark-haired man gets his gloved hand into a pocket of the jeans and takes out a business card with a few words written on its surface:"Ken Rosenberg & CO."
Ken looks at the object being held to him with an expression of a confused dog and pushes a few logically built sentences out of his throat:
"And?I still understand nothing,Tommy... It's my business card.I usually give it to my associates to stable connections with them...You seemed like having nothing against it before,didn't you?"
The sound of a very harsh smack which is delivered to one of the cheeks loudly echoes in the room.A few bloody drops pour onto the collar of Ken's yellow shirt.
"You better start saying the truth,prick,"Tommy says violently grabbing Ken's face.
"Fucking hell,oh FUCK!Holy shit...What the fuck are you doing to me,Tommy??!What the fuck I've already done to anger you that much?!"the poor man starts blubbering some nonsense while wildly shaking from fear.Tommy can even feel vibration under his fingers which are squeezing his flesh.
"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME,USELESS!!!"Tommy shouts,probably making the walls of the room shaking.Then he brings the card closer to Ken's face and violently pokes it into,as an owner does to their pet if it shits on the carpet,while saying:"I'm 100% sure that you know to what kind of people your "business card" has got.Because it was found in their items.Because they said to me that YOU HAD PAID TO THEM TO KILL ME.YOU,YOU PIECE OF SHIT."
After a few more harsh slaps which make Ken's face red and swollen and his nose bleeding,he continues looking at his captor with eyes full of confusion as he barely understands what Tommy's talking about.
"Aw, don't look at me with these eyes of a...pig which's going to be slaughtered.Because it's your destiny written on a holy parchment with golden ink,no matter how long you'll pretend to be innocent,"Tommy squeezes Ken's face once again making his jaw hurt from the strength he's using."This meeting with Cortez on boats...AND YOU THOUGHT THAT I WOULDN'T EVER FIND OUT WHAT A DIRTY RETARDED BACKSTABBING SHIT YOU ARE?!?"
"TOMMY,I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE EVEN TALKING ABOUT,"finally,Ken screams in answer,barely able to fully open his mouth.It seems like the dark-haired man is going to destroy his jaw as under the compressor.It hurts a lot."Cortez meeting on boats...Was it when the boat the colonel had sent to you fucking boomed on the water?The one he delivered to Boatyard near Viceport,as I remember...Maybe I'm the saint and someone other tries to kill you?"
"AND YOU'RE STILL BACK TALKING,YOU BRAINLESS IDIOT.WHAT DO YOU EVEN TRY TO MAKE ME BELIEVE IN WHEN EVERYONE'S POINTING THEIR FINGERS AT YOU?!?!?"Tommy's basically red from anger.Some strings of saliva get on Ken's face while he's talking.Suddenly the dark-haired man lets the poor one's face go but then immediately switches to his fluffy hair which he grabs with an animalistic violence and pulls his head back making the smaller man cry from pain.Tommy makes sure to pull the exact sore place where he has hit him before to knock him out."Tell me,what mountains of richness this hairless old faggot you've traded me for promised to you?Was I THAT bad as your boss?Maybe I shouldn't have let you sit in the Malibu club sniffing lines and everything?Maybe I should have been harsher with you like all the good bosses in Liberty City are so even my name could make you shit your pants?You know...Maybe I should have.They say "fear means respect",and I've tried so hard to overcome this system with my subordinates: with you,with Lance,may he never rest in peace in whatever place he went after death... I've been through it with Sonny who treated me as the dirt under his boot and I tried to be fair as hard as it was possible.But it seems like violence - is the only language all of you,reduced to dependent on pain and punishments animals, understand.If I don't hit you,it means that you can ride on my back,right?RIGHT??!"
Tommy hits Ken really hard into face completely breaking his nose.A splash of blood lands on the fucker's pants and even gets on Tommy's boot.A wet crack of bone under the layers of skin and muscles hurts the ears.Ken starts loudly crying as a dog hit by its owner while snots,sweat and other body fluids mix up with each other in the pond of a freshly appeared boo-boo.
"Listen here,prick,"Tommy interrupts the heartbreaking scene in its middle forcing Ken's head back,nearly pulling off his hair."Now,in the current moment and second you have only two options.The first one is that you tell me everything about the plan you and whoever you're playing all these cats and mice with have made out of shit and sticks,I appreciate it with my whole heart and soul AND blow your brains out,if there is any brain in this head at all.Or you can make it harder for both of us,and I'll have to torture out all the answers on my questions by myself.And don't you worry - it'll hurt as hell.I'll make sure that you're practically begging for death which I'll refuse to give you before I'm sure that all the information you can in theory provide for me is enough.So the choice is yours,if you die peacefully or not."
The answer is,unfortunately,some useless sobbing of the useless creature.
"Then don't blame me in cruelty and the lack of choice.You've just made it.Long death it is,"Tommy finally lets Ken's hair go.
"Stay still.Don't wiggle or it'll hurt worse,"the dark-haired man gruffly says while stuffing the soaked in alcohol piece of cotton wool into his nose.The poor one,of course,keeps crying a lot not being able to bear the pain and fear he is through.He tries mumbling something under his breath but everything comes out incoherently so the meaning of all the said sentences don't even get close to Tommy's understanding.
After all the patching,Tommy stands up and heads out of the room,leaving poor Rosenberg alone,still tied up to the chair.
"Okay,let's go to sleep,"Tommy says before switching the lights off.
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