If emotions are pictured in different hazes, of both dull and bright colours. And if Geonwoo could see them with his naked eye without the sensory phenomenon, synaesthesia, He would see the colours outlining Ilana's body frame, ever-changing. Some colours only stop for a split second before another colour takes over.
At first, he would see black when she was seated beside him, as black as her outfit, as the dark skies at night. Pitch black, a total darkness. The black haze exudes an aura of sophistication, mystery, evil, and even death. The Dahlia is indeed sophisticated at all times, mysterious? Of course. Death. Yes, the black represents the death of the dirtbags that they would get rid of for mother nature in just a while. There is also a white haze taking over briefly, white as in coolness. Not cool like the breeze but cool as in being calm and collected.
He watches all of her movements carefully, clearly taken by the temptress. He listens to the sound of her heels clicking against the cemented ground, moving towards them, slowly torturing their pathetic souls and fucking their minds. It was his first time seeing Dahlia and Geonwoo realize he had fallen for her all over again.
The hue changes again into black and then again into red, painting a clear, vivid picture of anger, lividness, wrath, and fury. "Those dirtbags don't remember her." Geonwoo cursed in his heart, even though he was feeling red when it was evident that they couldn't remember the woman they attempted to take advantage of. He was close to charging forward and beating the shit out of them. Yet, like a good hound, he waits for orders from his master. He had his turn earlier. Now, it is his Madame's turn to toy with their feelings, to let those scams actually feel her. He would see the green haze blazing around her now. No, not jealousy, definitely not. But Green, the colour of disgust, abhorrence, and loathe.
Lastly, when she speaks to him, Geonwoo hears the coldness in her voice but to him, there is happiness. With the thirst and hunger for revenge toward their enemies, the game of taking their enemies' lives has only just begun. There aren't many on Geonwoo's list, he had killed those that had betrayed him.
But his biggest enemies are the ones that are trying to take over his territories, businesses, grounds, and whatever they can get their hands on. Whatever belongs to the Lees', they want it all. His late father had warned him about them for as long as he can remember, and they have waged wars a couple of times but victory was never theirs.
The Lees were too powerful for them and they had overestimated their ability.
It was a decree given by his goddess, his empress, and his aphrodite. And Geonwoo was more than ready to obey the words. Nobody could say they are the bad guys. No, that would be unfair to Gabriel and Dahlia. They are the good samaritans who have taken it upon themselves to get rid of the bad seeds for the population. They are the agents of wrath that bring punishment to the wrongdoers. The lowest of the lows shall perish by their sword and not have any life on earth.
He knows all too well that these rich fools would have some sort of connection with the police. It is only right to say that Geonwoo is them, in this sense. The high commissioner, the governing minister, and the judge are regulars at his private club, enjoying the bribery and corruption themselves. There is hardly any credibility in the law.
He was going to involve the law enforcers though. After all, catching these two was hardly any feat, the Gabriel craves something more dangerous. He is greedy for the danger, and the risks that follow his work.
"If I may, my agapi mou..." He clears his throat and stands to move to their captives. "Dare I suggest that... I slice their tongue, let them bleed painfully slow and we will send it to the police. You know, just for them to dismiss it as child's play." The thought of them disregarding the liquid and throwing it out, only to panic a few days later was entertaining.
Getting one of the supposed authoritarians on their side would be an easy task. Geonwoo is confident. He was certain that it wouldn't be necessary but he chose to take precautionary measures.
Geonwoo squats to get to their eye level, waving the sharp knife in his hand. His eyes stare coldly at them with a brow raised habitually while his lips curl up in a smile.
"This little guy here will cut your tongue." Geonwoo tilts his head at his men and a couple of them stands behind the struggling pig. "Watch this closely." He tells the other and carefully slices through the visibly unhealthy-looking tongue. One of the men slides a small bucket so the blood can drip inside.
"No... no..." The second man begged incessantly after witnessing the painful torture.
These, these words. Oh, he shouldn't have said those, should have kept quiet and suffered. But now, he has angered Geonwoo.
He forcefully tugged on his hair, "The audacity. You should have just kept quiet but no, you needed to anger me. And now, you shall pay." With no warnings, unlike the friend's, Geonwoo forcefully pulled his tongue out and cut the flesh.
"There, peace finally." In his head, his favourite Beethoven piece is playing.
"You did not give my woman a chance when she sought help, you did not render any help. Instead, you took her to some place and attempt to defile her, to bring her harm. And now, both of you dare ask for mercy?" Geonwoo growled lowly, the red burning in his head all over again.
"I have been merciful enough to the both of you when none of you deserve it." He spits in gritted teeth.
"My empress, what do you say if we cut their membrum virile and send it to their families along with photos of their infidelity?" His tone does change when he speaks to Ilana.
Yet there was no longer any sight of Geonwoo, only Gabriel whom this revenge has summoned. It has evoked something so dark and sinister in Gabriel.
There was a brief pause before looking at them with his devilish grin.
"Hey, smile." Geonwoo sticks his camera for a close-up of their faces. The mucus, dirt, perspiration, blood, and tears caked up their faces in filth. It was horrible but certainly, picture-perfect.
He returns to his owner's side and showed her the photos.
"What do you say, shall we have a little fun with external members while letting them die slowly in excruciating pain?"
The whimpers died down when their eyes closed, exhausted from the torture but unfortunately, it has just begun for them. Now, they couldn't even speak since their tongues were sliced and cut through, the flesh left neglected on the floor.
Angry he might be but the second he laid eyes on Ilana, white in pure calmness had taken over. Geonwoo takes her hand and kisses each knuckle lovingly. "This is barely enough for an act of revenge. You are my goddess, my one true living goddess. Those who draw their swords shall die in my hands. This, I promise you." Geonwoo speaks lovingly.
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