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A Brooding, Jealous Owen [Vent]

WARNING: There is much hate, swearing, and brutal torture, and I guess some gore and implied past rape. Also note that Owen isn’t a child-friendly man.

He didn’t give a FUCK about Dominic, and to be completely honest he barely did before (he wouldn’t have been “friendly” to him, but he wouldn’t have done what he wished to do to him now either). Owen didn’t care if it wasn’t the prick’s fault- as far as he was concerned it was almost ALL of his doing. Almost. His precious Sergio got some of the blame too, but he would get back at him another way (yes, he even wanted to punish his bodyguard for what had happened). Sergio had done those things to Dominic in an attempt to break him, over and over again; who knew how many fucking times, and Sergio had used whatever means necessary to get the job done. Force, bindings, drugs.

It made Owen sick. Not the act itself, but the fact it was done to him, to a man he’d grown to nearly hate, and the fact that he’d done it so much. The worst part was IT NEVER EVEN WORKED, meaning Sergio was just fucking around on him. Literally.

The Don’s emerald gaze narrowed and his fingers curled to dig fingernails into the fabric of his office chair. So much hatred coursed through his heart- it made his lungs heave with the effort to keep breathing and his limbs tremble with the desire to HURT and the desire to KILL. He would do something to his lover first- perhaps make him watch an innocent child die (he knew about that annoying soft spot for kids) or even force him to end the young life himself. And then… then he would move on to Dominic.

Owen would make Sergio watch as he tortured the young ginger. He wouldn’t use drugs- oh no- the jealous man wanted the little whore to be completely aware of everything that was happening to him. Owen would bind him with rope, much like Sergio might have done in the past (an enraged burst of energy entered his system at the thought), and draw his switchblade. He would start off with “less important” places to ensure Dominic didn’t go numb too quickly, like his fingers. He’d pry up his fingernails and dig the tip of his blade down into the hyper sensitive flesh beneath. He’d chop a few digits off, cut slowly and carefully through flesh and tendon with just that blade, and then finally Owen would snap the bone off with his bare hands.

Next he’d begin to carve him up- create little designs all up and down the redhead’s arms and legs. Slashes. Hearts. Spades. Crosses. Anything and everything so long as it allowed him to split flesh and spill blood. Then he’d slice into cheeks until his knife poked through inner cheek, into the young man’s mouth. Next he’d give him a short break, to recollect his thoughts and experience the pain he was in, maybe talk about the things Dominic and Sergio had done so wrong. He was aware it was “just sex,” that there were no positive emotions during (except maybe Sergio’s enjoyment), and that Sergio didn’t LOVE Dominic, but Owen still couldn’t stop feeling pure hatred over the fact Sergio would pick rape over his own lover multiple times, and that it happened more than once. It was eating him up inside, and making his heart cold to even his best friend.

He’d make sure they never did another fucking thing together again.

After their little “break” he’d slowly lower the tip of his blade to Dominic’s left eye, and then he’d pause to prolong the action. Finally he’d poke it through, pop the flesh and twist his blade around in jelly, scrape some out like jam on a butter knife and smear it across the open wounds of the man’s face. After a moment of wet playtime he’d replace his tool so it was on the edge of that socket, and he’d push and pry, until the organ was plucked free. He’d break the delicate wires that still connected it only after delivering a playful tug, and when he did split them it would be, again, with his hands- not his knife. Assuming Dominic could still see with his other eye, he’d show the mutilated part off with a grin, before forcing it between his victims lips- make him taste it and bite into it. Even swallow it. God how he hoped it made the younger man VOMIT.

But he didn’t want him to choke on it. That would give Dominic rest. Owen wanted him to suffer as much as he could possibly suffer in life, until his horrific days finally dwindled down on their own.

Finally he would cut a beautiful work of art into Dominic’s torso, just for good measure. A basic smiley face. Dominic would never forget, and maybe he’d finally learn his fucking place in this world.

At that moment the office door opened and Sergio stepped inside. The guard was instantly met with Owen’s cold, hard gaze- an expression Sergio never saw pointed to himself before in his life. It was an expression of contempt. Of course the Don’s protector and friend faltered in his step; he’d never expected to receive such a look. Confused he moved his eyebrows together and parted his lips to ask what was wrong.

But before he could Owen cut him off, “Put on your jacket, we’re taking a trip to the nearest daycare.” A twisted smile screwed up his features, and in that moment Sergio knew what they were going to do. He had yet to know why, however, and how much Dominic would suffer that night if everything went according to plan.

((Nothin’ personal. Just a vent as I’m in a bit of a broody mood, this might not be canon. Owen changes his mind quickly so you never know how things will truly end anyway. Plus I never asked Dominic’s creator for permission before ripping him apart in Owen’s fantasy. So. Yeah. Most of my friends draw when they need to vent, but I’m a terrible artist.))

Writing © Holly.

Owen © Holly.

Sergio © Kitteh (Also known as Kirrw).

Dominic © Kelsey.

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02 Arson

“Give me that.”

He snatched the bottle away from Sergio’s grasp.

“You don’t think this is just a little bit reckless, Owen?”

The shorter man was examining the bottle carefully. As he gave it a little shake to hear the sound of gasoline sploshing around inside he responded. “If you’re gonna be a pussy about it go the fuck home. You’re my bodyguard.” Sergio’s next words indicated that he was less than pleased with his employer. “And you think by giving warning I’m not trying to protect you?” His tone had changed into real concern. Owen fiddled with the cloth and withdrew his lighter from his vest pocket. “Just kill whoever shows up.” He instructed.

“And what if you get shot?”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were such a delicate flower.” Owen’s cool response. “Then use your gun.” He was truly unfair to his protector and best friend, he really was, but half the reason he lived was to see the concern in the guard’s eyes. Sergio glared Owen down, a deep frown set in his features. Sure he was all for making money and becoming more powerful, but what was the point in setting fire to a school in the middle of the night? Waiting to see who would notice?

The Mafia boss met Sergio’s shaded eyes easily with his own. They glinted.

“You’re a prick.” Sergio mumbled.

“Ahah~!”

Owen lit the molotov.

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