In a flash of seconds, Roberto's phone flew off the bed to the floor. The Dark Knight grabbed him by the throat, the feeling of sniffing the life out of him at that instant occupied his thoughts.
"How about I make your death more interesting and creative" The Dark Knight said and right before Roberto could process what he meant by that, he slammed the back of his gun at the head of his Roberto.
The Dark Knight looked around the room and saw a chair at the end of the room, slowly his inventive, sadistic mind began to play out the way he would enjoy killing Roberto.
He grabbed the chair and set it in the middle of the room. He grabbed the body of Roberto and set him on the chair. He tied him with the ropes he had brought for the kill.
"This is going to be interesting." He said,
He grabbed the remains of the cup of water from the table and bashed the entire thing at his Roberto, Roberto woke up immediately the water touched his face, wincing in pain as some of the glass stuck on his face.
"Who are you? What do you want? Please, I am going to pay you. Just let me live." Roberto began to plead as he saw the Dark Knight standing over him with a gun.
"You know, I would have enjoyed taking the money and sparing your life, but my boss would not be happy, and I would not enjoy other benefits from him." The Dark Knight revealed.
The Dark Knight pulled one stick of cigar out from his pocket. "Care for a smoke?" He asked Roberto who was still hissing in pain as blood slowly began to spread across his face.
"Please, let me go." Roberto begged again, his heart rate increasing.
The Dark Knight stared at him momentarily and Roberto watched him gracefully slide out of his room and back in quick succession with a huge box in his hand. When The Dark Knight opened the box he set on the table, anxiety and fear ran its course through Roberto's body.
"No! Don't do this please." He begged and struggled across the chair.
"The harder you struggle through the chairs, the more painful it gets for you. So I would suggest you close your mind and embrace the beauty of death." The Dark Knight said.
He looked through the tools he brought and wondered which of them he could use on the man.
"How about we start with this one?" He said, pulling up a small knife in one hand. "I don't want to rush your death. I want it to be slow, painful and agonizing." He added with a smirk finding its way across his lips.
As Roberto kept struggling on the chair he had been tied to, the Dark knight approached him like a predator and grabbed his head, holding him steadily and began to imprint the sharp edge of his knife on his skin, carefully carving out letters on his bare skin.
Roberto's scream is suppressed by The Dark Knight who has now sealed his lips with his arms. As he carved every letter into his body, The Dark Knight stare never went to his work, but on the face of Roberto, whose eyes were slowly fading away.
He shook his head, while removing his hands from Roberto's lips and refraining from carving letters more.
"You are not going to die till I say so!" The Dark Knight expressed.
He turned back to his box and pulled out a syringe. He had obtained a morphine injector from one of his close allies in the hospital and now this was the right moment he would use it.
"Don't worry, you won't die quickly." The Dark Knight said, inserting the syringe into the right arm of Roberto, who screamed in pain.
"I guess you want to cry all you want? How about we play some good music that would drown your voice?" The Dark Knight said with a smile on his face. He was enjoying every bit of the moment.
He proceeds to grab Roberto's old speaker, which he had placed beside his bed and pressed play on the speaker, and it starts to play a familiar song.
"You have a good playlist." He commented, while staring at Roberto, who was all shades of pain. He could see the fear in his eyes and The Dark Knight loved every single bit of it.
The Dark Knight dropped the speaker and approached Roberto, his steps still calculative and assertive.
"Please.... I can't.... just end it all ..." Roberto managed to get his thoughts out his lips even though they came out as a whisper.
The Dark Knight was amazed by the words of Roberto. Most of his victims would have begged for their lives to be preserved.
"Since you have requested your death, I am going to give you in the most honorable way possible." The Dark Knight started with a smirk on his face.
He grabbed the acid on the table and opened it, placing drops and more drops of the acid on the bare skin of his Roberto, and as Roberto kept screaming in pain, the song playing from the speaker increased, covering his own screams.
The Dark Knight watched in delight as Roberto flesh opened off like brittle, yellowed parchment paper.
"So fragile and crumbling." The Dark Knight expressed as Roberto slowly stopped breathing.
After confirming that Roberto is dead, he stops the song on the speaker and pulls out his phone and dial a number.
"The Job is done."
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