Danger Zone

Daime stands up from where is sitting and goes to Silica's location as grabs a long metal rod. Silica's eyes widen in surprise as she shakes her head and hopes that Daime will listen to her pleas.

However, her pleas are never an option as Daime suddenly hits her legs until he breaks every bone as soon as possible. The sound of shrieking screams has been heard throughout the darkest part of the building.

"W-Wait, please! I didn't mean to, Daime!" 

Pleading with a painful snarl, Silica is crying again as Daime continues to beat the shit out of her legs.

It hasn't been two hours since she was kidnapped and hasn't daylight. It wasn't long for her to figure out Primo kidnapped her to die after getting pissed by a single phone call.

It wasn't long enough when he notices the anger in Daime's eyes as he hits her with a metal rod, repeatedly. 

It wasn't long enough for her to know that she will be dead even before Aiden and the others come back.

She had stopped trying to count minutes that she had been tortured in this hell hole. 

Although it is hard to focus on anything that is happening to her right now since the torture is proven to be non-stop, she is still hoping that she will make it out alive. 

Twitching and heaving from excruciating pain, she finds it hard to feel any part of her body except for the tingling numbness.

Her arms are useless, her back is glued to the chair as trying to balance herself out, and her naked body that shows dripping blood from the dispensed abrasions.

She groaned and flinches when she felt the cold hands of the person torturing her right now. 

"I hope you are having fun, Silica. Because I am." 

Daime said as he hits her one more time with the metal rod. As the torture keeps on coming, Silica's thoughts are a mess.

'How the hell did his simple investigation come to this?' She thought to herself. 'Is this what karma feels like?' She asks her tired mind. 

He felt another excruciating pain when the metal bat lands in between her nether regions. 

Silica lets out a shout and struggles to break free as Daime approaches her with a sick smile plastered on his face. 

Cassie and Drax hear Silica's scream and immediately go over to where she is, only to find Primo and Aiden watching with horrifying faces.

Cassie looks over to Silica as Drax gasps loudly. 

"Oh fuck, what just happened?"

Primo looks at Drax with confusion because he never thought Daime could do such a thing especially from a guy who does not like violence at all.

"Let go of me, you sick fuck!" 

Silica challenges, but it falls on deaf ears. 

The woman blinks in pain and looks at Daime as he bends down to the ground before he starts slowly bending his hand back, the fact that Daime is doing this racking slow is the worst part. 

"Stop! Please, it hurts!"

POP

It feels like her demeanor is starting to crumble down to pieces making her more vulnerable as minutes passed.

BREAK

She didn't know that trusting too much could give her something as horrifying as this. She inhales at the next thing that completely breaks her.

THWACK

Silica lets out another horrifying scream as the nauseating pain from her hand darts throughout her body. 

But the torture didn't stop there, one by one Daime breaks each of her fingers and she is in so much pain that she can't think straight.

She thinks there is nothing worse than that, yet again she is wrong when Daime proceeds to break her forearms. 

Silica is cussing out obscenities, while tears gushing down her face. Everything hurts, but she can't complain.

Sobs of torment from her broken legs cascade out of her. 

Daime kneels beside her creasing figure as he twirls around a new weapon of torture; a black knife with a name carved on it.

"Have mercy, please!" 

She whimpers as she watches the dagger stops at the upper part of her cleavage.

"Mercy? You haven't earned it." 

Daime answers as the tip of the knife thrusts the delicate tissue of her chest.

In Silica's head, she hopes that this is all just a dream. Nothing but a dream. 

But as the pain grows bigger and bolder, she snaps out of her thought and realizes that this is all real and it is all happening.

Silica pleads again but her pleas become cries as the knife begins to steadily chisel the words "SLUT" written across her chest as blood streams down her pale body. 

She bawls and breaks inside. She should've known the trouble that it will cause if she had a fight a Matautia or a Santoro. And in this case, it is Aiden and Daime.

She cries her pains out as she hears them calling out her name with provocative nicknames at the end of it. She is sick of this. She just wants this to finish.

"Just kill me already!"

Silica isn't sure when did her pain became entertainment for others. She can hear them laugh and call her names. 

She isn't even sure if those she hears are real. If she would be watching this, she will be nauseated. She keeps on pleading for her life but she doesn't know if someone could hear her excuses.

There laid out her severed and on the brink of death condition. She spits out blood towards Daime hexing his existence. 

"You are such a sick motherfucker. I wish you rot in hell!" 

Silica mutters through her bloody lips.

"I can't believe that you still call yourself human," she adds as she coughs out more blood while her bones scream in pain. 

Daime only chuckles as he walks away from Silica. Going straight to the back of the room near where Silica is, grabbing a few canister that he already prepared days later this happened.

All the while Daime walks around Silica shakes his head, weeping out regrets and beseeching to be shown mercy. Her heart pounds loudly against her chest as she grapples to retrieve any sense of herself. 

She didn't want to die. She is not ready to die.

"I think you are ready to meet our dearest Creator, Ms. Angus." 

Daime declares in a plainly venomous tone. Silica starts to squawk and falters when the clear liquid made contact with his exposed and fresh wounds.

It smells like a barbeque or something that has the scent of burning flesh. 

Silica is screaming and shaking her head, begging the tall man for mercy, pleading him to not take her useless yet youthful life, asking him to have justice inside his heart. 

But the moment that Silica looks at those dark and sickening silver eyes, she knows that this is it. This is her ending. The ending that she never expects to experience.

"Let me make you a pretty woman where no one can recognize you at all."

Silica screams out in pain as Daime's laughter echoes inside the building. All that she can fathom is the burning pain for what feels like perpetuity, which she wishes will only last a minute.

"Are you ready, pretty slut?"

Daime said dangerously, looking at the dying woman and the stagnant of her scent as he grabs a matchbox from his pocket.

"Don't worry, it will be less painful."

He lights up the matchstick as he slowly lets go of it. His sickening smile is plastered on his face as Silica begins to scream again.

The screaming grows louder and louder until the flame engulfs her entire body. At last, her painful torture is done. Primo looks over to his cousin and forces a smile.

Dangerous. Daime is indeed living up to his name.