In the eyes of God, you show no forgiveness. Youāre merciless,Ā unfathomable, incapable of love and gratitude. Man of no remorse, where has your love gone? Thereās no more love in your violence. Thereās no more love... in you.
āIāll crush ya like a fuckinā roach. Iāll make sure your face is unrecognizable as soon as Iām fuckinā finished with ya. Iāll mince you... Iāll mince you into fucking MEAT.ā Itās a scene in a horror picture-play: colorized and printed on a full HD tv-screen. In the middle of a room is the yakuza enforcer of theĀ Kawaguchiya-kai clan, his limp body strung up by a couple of steel meat hooks lodged into his bleeding back. He dangles there lifelessly, squirming like a bug as he moans in agony. Ryoma, his heavily tattooed back bare and trailed with bullet wounds and bleeding lacerates sitting on the floor, a metal skewer in his hand and a grin unfurled upon his blood-stained face. His glare stabbed better than a knife could. Ryoma stands up, the skewer in his hand twirling between his calloused fingers. He smiles, almost dreamily, and begins to slowly slide the skewer into the manās swollen cheek.Ā āIām nothinā more than a shell of who I used to be. Seeinā you cry and scream makes me feel nothin`. Everythinā in my body is numb, cold, empty. I feel nothinā. And itās all your guyās fuckinā faults. Fuck you. Fuck you. Iāll fuckinā kill you. Iāll do whatever I fuckinā can to seeĀ āer again. Iāll do anything to make you feel the pain I felt. Feel my pain. Feel my fuckinā pain, as it slides into you like this skewer. I want you to feel everythinā I felt. The sorrow, the sadness, the pain.Ā ās the best thing you can do for a true sadist.ā He slides the skewer deeper in his cheek before it pokes from the other side. He then rips it from his mouth hastily.Ā āIāll fuck you up. Iāll fuck you u-āĀ
Ryomaās leer is now adjusted to the slammed open door, a tall man standing before them.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā -----------------------------------------------------------Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWrong room, sir.āĀ //Ā @kosmec













