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Send one of the following or send ☠ and I'll use a random number generator to pick one of the following Mafia themed prompts. - some NSFW and possible triggers
Safe: My muse rescues yours from imprisonment
pisseddidn’t even come close to describing michael. he felt anger like no other. it hadn’tboiled up inside of him until the metaphorical pot overheated and overflooded. no. ithad exploded. michael’s rage wasn’t fire ; it was lava, and it was burning, searingand murdering whoever came in his path, whoever tried to stop him. because rightnow? michael couldn’t be stopped. he wouldn’t be. not when these fuckers had raycaptive, not when they threatened one of the crew’s own - one of michael’s own - and thought they could get away with it, smug faces speaking of victory.
well,michael was here to take their victory, and c r u s h it. mangle it until it was completelyand utterly recognizable — just like their faces, and just like other important, far smallerparts of them. ( they had balls, kidnapping ray and gloating about it to the crew’s faces.to michael’s face. that much michael had to admit. but after michael was done withthem? they wouldn’t have any balls left. he’d make sure of that. )
it honestlywasn’t that difficult, finding ray. twisting his knife into one of the men’s guts and slicingup until the man’s insides spilled out on the floor was easy. shooting a man’s eyes outwith his gun hadn’t taken more than a second to think about. and breaking their socalled leader’s bones, one by one, while he begged and screamed for his life until hegave up, gave ray’s location away? had taken no time to consider. there was no hesitation in michael’s thoughts, no falter in his movement when he put a bullet through the man’s head after, either.
❛ ray.ray. hey, fuckhead. wake the fuck up.i know you’re awake. fuck. theseassholes really did a number on you … ❜
clenchinghis fists, michael regretted killing all of them so quickly. because the fury was back,and it demanded compensation. it demanded these fuckers blood on his gun andon his hands, his face. they needed to pay, and going out so easily — it was justunacceptable. but they were dead now, and ray was alive. and michael worked onuntying ray from the chair to get his friend out of there as quickly as possible.