"You always make me proud Aguilera" he beamed with pride.
"I'll always make you proud Dad." She smiled softly.
The atmosphere was warm, the only thing Victor could think of was Danielle accomplished mission, he couldn't be more proud.
"But there's one thing I want you to do" he said sternly.
"And that is?" She asked with her eyes fixed on him.
"Take care of Banchero" he commanded softly.
"Banchero?" She scoffed sarcastically
"Yes Massimo Banchero" he responded softly.
"Banchero has been a pain in the ass, he keeps on looking for trouble, and trouble is what he'll get.
Danielle loved to hear "take care of" whoever that person was. Her heart beating with satisfaction, it felt like a soft tingle in her body.
Her smile twisted into an evil grin as she relished the words: Her eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, her thoughts were about the incoming of pain and suffering that would be inflicted on her victim. The words were a delight, Danielle's love for violence consumed her, she was as deadly as a venomous snake, who was always ready to strike her next victim.
"When do you want him to be taken care of?" She asked softly with a satisfied smile.
"Anytime you want baby girl" Victor replied with tenderness.
"Okay Daddy" she responded calmly.
"I'd be leaving soon" Danielle said with her left eye brow.
"Okay baby girl, I love you, break more legs"
"Love you too Daddy" Danielle responded calmly.
"Danielle glided out of her father's office, a serene smile gracing her face. The door closed softly behind her, as if in gentle agreement with her calm composure. Her eyes were enlightened with peace, her steps light and purposeful. The meeting with her father seemed to have brought her a sense of happiness, but she was looking forward to the satisfaction ahead. She was strolling down the hallway ,she could only think about the pain Massimo Banchero would go through.
As she reached for elevator button, she heared a squeaky high pitched voice.
"Danielle! Danielle!"
Danielle knew who had that annoying high pitched voice.
Franklyne Anniston.
Franklyne Anniston's energy burst into the hallway, a whirlwind of color and creativity. Her style was eclectic, blending vintage flair with modern edge. As a fashion designer and stylist, she lived for the thrill of combining unexpected pieces into stunning ensembles. Franklyne's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she worked, her hands moving deftly as she brought her visions to life.
Franklyne stood around 5'8" with a lean, athletic build. Her curly, honey-blonde hair often framed her heart-shaped face, and her bright hazel eyes sparkled with creative energy.
Franklyne exuded confidence in a tailored, navy blue pantsuit with a fitted blazer and crisp white blouse. Her heels clicked with authority as she moved, and a statement gold watch gleamed on her wrist. A sleek updo showcased her bold, oversized earrings, adding a touch of sophistication to her overall look.
She was an enthusiastic fellow that loved talking about everything. She's been Danielle's college roommate who became her friend and stylist.
"What is it Frankie?" Danielle asked with an irritated tone.
"I'm so happy to see you" she responded with soft happiness.
"Well.. I'm not happy to see you" Danielle replied coldly"
"You're mean" Franklyne replied sadly.
"You like me mean" she said softly raising a left eye brow as she reached for the elevator button.
"How's it been with you?" Franklyne asked with concern.
"Been good" Danielle replied as the elevator door slid open. Franklyne rushed into elevator like an excited kid. Danielle gave a side eye like an angry mom about to discipline her child.
Danielle walked into the elevator with calmness as the pressed the elevator button, as elevator door closes, and it begins to go down.
"I've missed you Danielle" she whispered widening her eyes.
"You don't have to whisper it's just the two of us"
Danielle replied with a stern face.
"You missed me, you don't want to admit it."
Danielle giving Franklyne a side eye
"How do I even know you" she asked with a bothered tone.
"From college? Hello?" She replied with a happy tone.
Danielle couldn't stand Franklyne. She felt like squashing her like a bug, she began to think of to say to keep Franklyne shut.
"Missed you too" she said coldly widening her eyes.
"You don't mean it, but I'd take it" she raised her shoulders with happiness.
"You better do" Danielle responded with an undisturbed tone.
As the elevator door slid open, Danielle walked out in style and confidence with her black lady Dior bag.
"What are you doing tonight? Franklyne questioned inquisitively
"Fucking myself" Danielle responded sarcastically in a low tone as she turned to Franklyne's direction.
"You go girl" Franklyne responded happily.
"You're so unserious" Danielle muttered with a sarcastic smile.
"Be for real Dee what are you doing tonight?"
"I told you I'm going to fuck myself" she replied widening her eyes in sarcasm.
"You can't be serious.. seriously?" She asked with seriousness.
"No I'm out" she responded giggling sarcastically as the walked down the hallway.
"What do you want me to do, tonight, Miss Anniston? She asked with serenity.
"Hit the club" she said with a wide grin.
"Seriously?" She questioned widening her eyes in disbelief.
"Common we are too young ladies.. we need to shake something" she uttered playfully.
"No no, no I'm not, I rather sleep in a dumpster"
She replied coldly.
"Please, please, please" she pleaded.
"No!" She said interrupting Franklyne.
"I've been running errands for my Dad, and I have work tomorrow. She responded with disturbance in her eyes.
"Okay" she said in a sad tone.
"Don't worry Frankie, you'd go to the club when you're a both grandparent, you can't walk and you might as well die out of alcohol poisoning." she said sarcastically.
"I hate you" she confessed with seriousness.
"I hate you too" Danielle said in a low tone raising both brows.
As they stepped out of the building, the night was filled with luxury and lights.
Franklyne turned to Danielle and said,
"Hey, what about your mom?
Danielle's expression flickered, she had an unusual heart beat, she hated talking or being asked about her mom, she disliked her mother for leaving her and Victor. Her eyes widened in anger. She took deep breaths, Victor always reminded Danielle to stay calm in situations. Franklyne was caught up wondering what was wrong with Danielle.
Danielle calmly turned to Franklyne smiling sarcastically. She had to shake the uneasy.
"The gala is next week, I hope my dress is ready?"
She asked harshly.
"Yess… yess" Franklyne responded weirdly.
"Okay" Danielle continued in coldness.
Danielle reached out for her car keys in her hand bag. She finally got a hold of it and unlocked her car with button on her keys, Franklyne was still wondering what happened.
She opened the driver's door hopped inside starting her car, as the engine revived Danielle zoomed off fast.
"Bye Dee" Franklyne said weirdly as she walked towards her car.
As Danielle navigated in a her black AMG Mercedes Benz through Graven city's neon-lit streets, the city's opulence enveloped her. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle glow of dashboard lights created a cocoon of luxury. Streetlights danced across the car's polished surface, casting a rhythmic glow. The city's pulse was alive, with towering skyscrapers and luxury brands lining the streets. The night air was filled with the distant thrum of music and the soft whoosh of high-end cars gliding by. Danielle felt the city's energy coursing through her, a potent mix of power, sophistication, and mystery.
Towering skyscrapers and high-end hotels like the Graven city deluxe and The Demtrix pierced the night sky.
Danielle arrived at her final destination, she reached out for the gate lock and pressed her the code, her gates were wide open to receive her. The car glided to a stop in front of the estate, its tires crunching softly on the driveway's gravel surface. The sleek vehicle came to rest beneath the sprawling branches of ancient trees, its polished finish reflecting the soft glow of the porch lights. With a gentle turn of the key, the engine fell silent, and the driver stepped out onto the driveway, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the evening air. The luxury home loomed behind, its grand entrance and perfectly manicured lawns exuding an air of opulence and refinement.
Danielle's 21 million dollar house sprawled across manicured lawns, its sleek lines and crystal windows glinting in the moonlight. Inside, marble floors and priceless artwork adorned the walls, while chandeliers refracted light into a kaleidoscope of colors. A grand staircase curved like a ribbon, leading to opulent bedrooms and private suites with lavish furnishings and bespoke decor. The air was filled with the soft scent of jasmine, and the sound of gentle fountains created a soothing melody. Yet, hidden behind a seemingly ordinary bookshelf, a secret panel slid open, revealing a stairway that descended into darkness. The secret lair below was a technological marvel, filled with state-of-the-art gadgets, holographic displays, and screens that pulsed with a digital heartbeat. Danielle's eyes sparkled as she stepped into the lair, her fingers dancing across controls that governed her empire, while biometric scanners and AI assistants hummed in the background, ready to serve her every command. Danielle strolled humbly into her dark lair.
Danielle's secret lair was a stark contrast to her luxurious house above. The walls were adorned with an arsenal of weapons: guns of every caliber, knives of various lengths, and axes that gleamed menacingly in the dim light. A large, industrial-style table stood at the center of the room, its surface stained and scarred. Behind it, a bank of computer screens flickered with images of her past victims, their personal data and tracking information scrolling by in real-time. The computer hummed softly, its algorithms working tirelessly to identify and locate her next target. The air was thick with an unsettling energy, and the shadows seemed to writhe and twist on the walls. In this lair, Danielle held court, her domain of darkness and pain.
Danielle took a deep breath and turned to the other side room. The room that gave her peace even more than her bedroom, 'the torture room'
The sadistic Danielle loved this room more than anything in her house.
The torture room was a dimly lit, soundproof chamber deep within Danielle's secret lair. The walls were adorned with an assortment of instruments: surgical scalpels, rusted saws, and iron brands that glowed with a malevolent red light. A steel table stood at the room's center, equipped with heavy restraints and pulleys. The air reeked of disinfectant and fear, while the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of equipment and the faint scent of blood and sweat. In this cold, calculating space, Danielle's victims were subjected to unspeakable horrors, their screams muffled by the soundproof walls.
"Let me go" a voice said shakily
"Let me go, I beg you, I'd do anything…any..thhh..inggg.. you….uuu..w…aaa..nttt.." the voice continued pleading for freedom.
"Awww, look at you begging to be released." She responded in a low sarcastic tone.
"I beg you…iii…have a wife and….daug….thersss" he said stammering.
Danielle kept on staring at the man with the disgust. Her eyes were fixed on him, she was like a viper ready to inject poison on him. She gave him evil grins, her adrenaline was running.
She was excited to see blood like a little kid who was excited to see candy.
"Please I beg you, please forgive me, I'd… ddd..drop the case…..I'd drop the case p…p….pl…easeee.. iiiii…beg you, h..haaa…veee.. m…m..ercy on me.
"It's too late Mr. Samuels, it's way too late." She replied coldly.
"You've been keeping ugly tabs on my dad, it's too late to drop the case."
"Blood looks good on you though" she said softly with an evil grin.
"Please I beg you, Miss Gonzalez." He begged with tears in his eyes.
"Let's perform a few surgeries " she said with an evil voice.
Mr Joe Samuels, a junior detective at GCPD, Graven city Police Department, he had been investigating Victor Gonzalez for a while now and he decided to carry on a secret case on him which was had been on months for. He had gathered evidence and was ready to expose Victor's crimes. He had a chocolate skin, a slender body, stood on the height of 5'10, a petite nose, bucky eyes and wide lips. Little did he know Danielle was keeping tabs on him. Danielle had her ways. She always had a keen eye for whoever was going to drag her father down. She suspected Mr.Samuels uneasy movements. Danielle, a deadly assassin is also a calculative femme,she studied Mr. Samuels figuratively and she had an intel in the police force who she paid to give her information.
Danielle tracked Mr Samuels' movements too, she had plotting and calculating how to ambush him. Mr. Joe Samuels rounded the deserted alleyway, the shadows seemed to coalesce into a figure. Danielle emerged from the darkness, her eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity. Before he could react, she pounced, her movements swift and deadly. Mr. Samuels' cry for help was stifled as Danielle's hand clamped over his mouth, dragging him into the shadows. The sound of his muffled struggles echoed through the alley, but no one came to his aid. In that moment, he was at Danielle's mercy – or rather, her cruelty. Here's a continuation:
Seven days of relentless torment had taken its toll on Mr. Samuels. His once resilient spirit was now broken, his body battered and bruised beyond recognition. His shirt drenched in blood. The sounds of his own screams still echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the depths of Danielle's cruelty. As he lay shackled in the darkness of her lair, he knew his fate was sealed. The pain had become a constant companion, and the fear had consumed him whole. Danielle's laughter still lingered in his ears, a chilling reminder that his suffering was far from over.
Danielle's torture of Mr. Samuels was a calculated and sadistic ritual. She employed an array of instruments, each designed to inflict a specific type of pain. The sound of his own screams echoed back at him as she taunted him with cruel words, her voice dripping with malice. Electrical shocks coursed through his body, making his muscles convulse in agony. The sting of the whip left crimson welts on his skin, while the darkness was punctuated only by the flash of metal as she wielded her blades with precision. Every moment was a new wave of torment, each one meticulously crafted to break him, body and mind.
"Please…I….beg you…" he pleaded tirelessly.
Mr Samuels plea for his freedom was like music to Danielle's ears she enjoyed every bit of it.
"Have …mercy… please…" he said with a shakily breath.
Danielle staring at her victim's suffering, she was unmoved, cold, she walked to other room to her arsenal of weapons, she picked up an axe.
The axe's blade gleamed with a razor-sharp edge, its steel honed to a deadly precision. The metal seemed to ripple with a subtle curve, promising a clean and powerful strike. The handle, worn smooth by use, fit comfortably in the hand, balancing perfectly for a swing. The axe's head, a formidable chunk of metal, loomed heavy with potential, its sharpness and weight combining to make it a formidable tool – or weapon.
She softly caressed the wooden handle.
"Please..I have mercy" he pleaded hyperventilating.
Danielle walked slowly in front him, Mr. Samuels was shaking in his chair, she moved slowly to his right ear and whispered in a sultry voice.
"Unfortunately, I don't show mercy."
She lifted the axe, butchering him, the first hit was his shoulder. In pains he screamed with a weak breath.
"I'm sorry..have mercy, please don't kill me."
Danielle paid no heed to his words. She continued butchering mercilessly .. his blood splattering over her. It gave her joy. She continued like an angry lumberjack, she enjoyed his blood over her.
This is what happens if you try to bring Victor Gonzalez 's empire down.
With a final, merciless swing, Danielle brought the axe down, its blade biting deep into Mr. Samuels' flesh. The crunch of bone and the spray of blood were accompanied by a guttural cry, cut short as life faded from his eyes. The axe remained lodged in his lifeless body, a grim testament to Danielle's ruthless efficiency. As she stepped back, her chest heaved with exertion, her face splattered with crimson. The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of her own ragged breathing.
She smiled sadistically, she stepped aside, her wolf dogs closed in, their eyes fixed on the lifeless body. With savage hunger, they tore into the flesh, their growls and snarls filling the air. Bones cracked beneath their jaws, and the sound of ripping flesh echoed through the room. Danielle watched with a detached calm, her expression unreadable as the dogs devoured their grisly meal. When they finished, only mangled bones and bloodstained floors remained, a grim testament to her ruthless disposal of Mr. Samuels' remains."
"I'd have Martinez clean this up" she said quietly.
Admiring her diabolic work, she smiled sadistically.