Page 9 of Lesson on Depravity

I guess this is where I admit that I learn from the best. She was standing in this place as she was one of the most violent women in the area when she was in her prime. She saw through my lies and intentions for Coco the moment she saw us together, and she keeps fucking with my plans to completely possess Coco.

Whether it’s parental protectiveness or to spite me, she wants Coco to have some time away from me as if I’m a bad influence on her young mind.

“W-wait!” the woman suddenly shouts. “Okay, you don’t want money. Do you want me to suck your dick?”

Her offer makes me sick, and my lips turn to mimic the emotions running through me. She opens her mouth and her rotten teeth have black spots and chipped pieces, but she seems proud of her teeth.

“My Johns love my mouth. You’ll love it too, give it a try!” She extends her head up with her mouth open, tongue swirling around disgustingly.

I had originally planned on putting on gloves and torturing them until they die on their own, and I would get my hands dirty for Coco because they had put her life in danger when they selfishly left her to fend for herself on these corrupt streets.

They didn’t care for her wellbeing, so I don’t care about them, but they had made a bigger mistake when they tried to step into my territory. If they were anyone else, I wouldn’t have wasted this much effort to get them here, but they are putting my plan of possessing Coco on a risky path.

That’s unforgivable.

Everyone who had wronged my princess will meet their end soon. Even if she doesn’t want to tell me what she had gone through when she was with them or on the streets, I will find a way to know every incident that had happened before she stumbled into my arms.

“He doesn’t want your fucking blowjob, you bitch! He wants money!” the man scoffs, glaring at his wife with a sneer.

They are similar, both are imbeciles, and they are perfect for each other. When someone is being pushed into a corner, they will show their true colors.

This man only cares about money and himself, but the woman also only cares about her own life and using her body to get her out of trouble. These behaviors are not new, and they are most likely a repetitive action from consequences that they bring upon themselves.

For Coco, I don’t need to spare any sympathy for them.

One bullet to the forehead of the man and he falls on the ground with a dull thump. The blood splatter hits the woman’s face and scatters on the protective sheet on the ground. It’s troublesome to clean this cellar that is built for interrogation purposes.

The woman screams and screams until her voice is straining with coughs. She falls back on her ass, shaking in terror as she vigorously shakes her head.

“This wouldn’t have been personal had you not stepped foot in my territory,” I remark dryly.

She throws her head side to side as if she’s in denial of what had just happened to her husband. I don’t get the usual satisfaction that curves my bloodlust; this is business and taking out the trash comes first.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she slurs with snot bubbling out of her nose.

This woman cannot be more disgusting. Just as I thought of that, she coughs hard enough to vomit on the ground, just missing my shoes by an inch.

I stand corrected.

A raging heat surges through my veins. My neck tenses in anger and impatience as the woman bows her head down on her own vomit while sobbing her heart out.

Without further ado, I pull the trigger and let her limp body become one with her own filth. Stepping towards the blue barrels of chemicals, I crack one open slowly to ensure nothing spills on me to drop the gun inside.

I watch the thick fumes as they begin to come up and choke me as the gun dissolves into bubbles. I shut the lid and exit this sickening room.

Tito slant against the wall in the dark hall with the light attached to the bricks flickering. Smoke puffs out of his nose as I close the door behind me; he tips his head towards me and leaves his cigarette between his fingers.

Damn sausages. Everything about him is thin with lithe muscles, but his fingers are the fattest fucking things. It’s unnerving and strange but assessing him on his appearance means nothing as he is a man who I can count on.

He has been my right-hand for years, and he knows what I can do to him if he steps out of order, but his loyalty hasn’t been through fear for a long time.

It’s a screwed-up survival change in him to follow me, and corrupted morals will change any virtuous man in due time.

Not that Tito was an honorable man, to begin with.

“Take care of the mess.” My order is met with a grunt.

“Yeah, yeah, go do your thing with Coco.”