Interruptions || Closed
“Give it up champ” Violet leaned over the cold, metal table and twisted the knife under the man’s chin. “You’re either going to tell me what I want or this is going to get much, much worse for you.” She said putting just enough pressure on the blade to break the skin. “And much more fun for me” She smirked and watched as a drop of blood slid down the tip of her knife and settled on the handle. Torturing the scum of Wonderland had become a nice little hobby of hers. The stress of being an underboss needed some sort of outlet and making people scream happened to be rather satisfying. She removed the knife from his chin and walked around the table, dragging the blade along the metal surface. The man fought against his cuffs as she moved closer. The fear in his eyes was invigorating. “Are you ready to talk yet?” She pressed her knife to his face as he pulled away. Violet’s favorite form of torture was making small, deep cuts all over her prisoner’s bodies until they finally broke or bled out on scene. She made a small slice over his cheek and watched as his face contorted in pain. Violet leaned down to his ear, “I can do this all day.” She grinned and made another cut along his jaw.
The door opened and Violet’s head whipped around to see who would dare come in, “You know I don’t like to be interrupted.” She said glaring at the person in the doorway.
“Apologies Miss Romono but your mother would like to have a word.”
She groaned in frustration, standing to an upright position. “Fine.” she muttered, turning back to the man she had chained to the chair. Violet stabbed the knife through his hand before walking out of the room, “Get someone in there now.”
Her mother was waiting for her down the hall and unfortunately she was not in the position to be angry with her mother for interrupting. She recomposed herself and forced a smile. “Hey, what brings you here mother?” She said stopping in front of Daniella and clasping her hands in front of her.
“We have some things to discuss Violet but I don’t have much time at the moment I only wished to give you some time to think things over.”
“Think what over?” She furrowed her brows. She couldn’t help but dread whatever was about to come out of her mother’s mouth next. Usually she was rather upfront about what she wanted but when it came to her own personal life Daniella tip toed around it.
“I’ve heard recently that Nick asked about an open marriage. Violet, darling you have to understand why this concerns me. If he is to be the father of your child and the heir to this family I have to know that he is serious about your marriage.”
Violet, ignoring the fact of how her mother somehow found out about Nick’s proposal, just kept a straight face. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now. It’s my marriage mother and I can handle it.” She smiled half heartedly, hearing the word child made her stomach drop.
Her mother just nodded like she understood, “Like I said, just think about how this is going to look. We can talk about it later. I really must get going, goodbye Violet.”
She offered her mother a wave goodbye and wandered down the hall a bit more until she was sure she was alone. With her back to the wall she slid down to the floor and rested her chin on her knees. She had worked so hard to get to where she was and now her marriage and a baby stood in her way. The thought of having a child was terrifying. How was she, of all people, supposed to be a loving and nurturing mother? She’d corrupt the poor thing before it could even walk. She didn’t know how her mother had managed to raise her, not to mention her other siblings. Violet wasn’t even sure how to connect with something so innocent and pure. Nor did she believe that Nick would make a very good father. It would be simply disastrous but what choice did she have? Her mother expected a child and soon. Sooner or later she’d have to make the decision but the conversation with Nick was one that she’d be avoiding for as long as possible. The thought of having to tell him that she wanted a baby scared her. For all she knew, he would divorce her then and there and go on fucking whatever bimbo he opened their marriage for. She wanted to scream and then go and make someone bleed. That was easy. Why couldn’t life be as easy as torture? Some persuading, some violence, maybe a little blood shed, and then it was over and she got what she wanted. Her mind wasn’t suited for thinking about babies and marriages. It was too normal and she had never in her life enjoyed being normal.
