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Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart (bigbadvoodoodaddy&Malicious Lullaby)

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Jan 9, 2009
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On my knees, in between his legs.
It was Thursday which meant it was shopping day. And shopping day usually consisted of her parents giving her a card and sending her off. She shrugged it off like it didn’t mean anything, like it just meant she got to get new clothes or anything she really well pleased but since she turned sixteen, she began to realize it was something else. The shopping sprees started randomly every Thursday when she was thirteen. She just didn’t know why and she probably shouldn’t question it but everything in her was curious as to why.

The real truth was her parents got their riches and funding from a rather prominent gang in the city. That was the only way they maintained so much wealth. Because they took out loans and got advancements from sharks basically. It was why they met every Thursday. Except their eighteen year old daughter did not know of this. Of any of it. She was just a happy-go-lucky teen who adored in the pampering and spoils of her parents, completely oblivious to anything else. But that’s because no one said not a thing.

Meanwhile, at the meeting, Lucy’s parents sat with the gang leader. They were behind on another payment. And each time they became behind on the payment, the interest went up and their debt increased. They were in debt half a million dollars and had only paid off a fifth of it. And the longer they waited to pay it off, the longer it took to ever be able to pay it off.
“Surely we can come to some other arrangement. A trade perhaps to equate some of the debt?” Lucy’s father asked, a Mr. Gerard Holdings, owner and CEO of Holdings’ Inc. but the company had taken some nosedives. Hence the loans that a bank wouldn’t give to him.
 
Axel 'Razor' Rayne sat at his table listening to Mr. and Mrs. Holdings babbling on about how they were sorry they had missed another payment which was really beginning to piss of the man who had come to be known as the most sadistic killer on the face of the planet even though he was barely twenty two years old "You two are really getting on my nerves. You've been fucking me around since your girl turned thirteen she's now eighteen now I've tried to be polite with you two because you were both so close to my ma and pa but if you don't have at least twenty five thousand dollars here by Tuesday which is one week away I swear on my mother's grave I will take something from you that you love I swear it" but then something flickered in his mind and he placed his boots on the table as he leaned back in his chair "Oh a trade what exactly could you two have that could interest me. I mean you guy's owe me a lot of money and I've been polite and haven't had you two killed yet, I own your house, your cars and your business until you pay me back my money so what else could there be?"


Gunther Mitchell 'Razor's' right hand man leaned forward from behind Razor and began whispering in his ear about what exactly that Mr. and Mrs. Holdings had left.

As Razor listened to Gunther an evil smirk came across his head and he began noding lightly loving the idea his second in charge was giving him and slowly he let his voice get serious "You two are loving parent's correct? Yeah I have to be correct or you wouldn't be in so much debt. Anyway you have one of two options. One you can just give me your daughter as payment and all your debt is forgiven. Or two you get me my money by Tuesday or I take your daughter as collateral until you pay me every single penny you owe to me but I must warn you some of my boys they haven't seen a girl in a while so you're precious daughter might not make it to long around her. Remember that now get the fuck out of my office" he said snapping his fingers and a large man accompanied by a beautiful yet scary looking female came in and escorted the Holdings family off of his property.
 
Both Gerard and his wife, Genevieve were stunned by Mr. Razor’s suggestion. Although, unbeknownst to his wife, Gerard was actually contemplating it just so he could actually have his company back. The way he was thinking was if he had his company back than he could raise it from the dead and come up with enough money to be able to pay off every cent owed to him and get their daughter back. It was just a small sacrifice Genevieve would have to allow and that Lucy would have to pay. But it’d be absolute madness if he were suggest it to his wife. But then, he didn’t know just how desperate either of them were. Because while they were both appalled, the moment they stood and were to be taken from the property, Genevieve suddenly turned, her hands gripping the arms of the large man obscuring her path back to Mr. Razor.

“You can take her.” Her voice broke the minute she said it and her husband balked at his wife in quite the disbelief. “Genevieve.” He gasped, startled but also a mix of relief in his tone.
She didn’t look at him. Her eyes were on Mr. Razor. “You can take her. But the conditions are such; you can take her as long as we can pay you back within a month. Which we will. Consider it like she’s a good faith deposit in your possession until we can get all the money to you and I guarantee you, you will have every last cent of it in full by the end of this month. Until then, our daughter…” She paused, her eyes watering as she was basically selling her daughter to the devil. “is yours to keep in your possession. Not to have, not to take. To simply keep in your possession. Failure to pay you back…” She looked away and Gerard understood the implications. Failure to pay him back before the month is out and Lucy was his, forever.
 
Razor was slightly taken back but smiled once he heard Mr. and Mrs. Holdings say that he could take their daughter as collateral until they could pay him back a hefty debt which they said they could get back for him in a month which really just made him chuckle it had been five years and they hadn't paid it back how they think they could pay him back in a month was beyond him but it didn't matter he was getting the better end of the deal no matter what ended up happening.

After the couple had left Razor went out to the garage and got on his motorcycle knowing exactly where the 'princess' would be it had been the same thing for over five years. The drive to the mall was quite long being an hour's drive from where he was but he didn't care this was something that meant a lot to him because if he didn't get her now he ight never have her and then he'd be royally screwed.


After pulling into the mall's parking lot and even parking his bike he walked toward the mall knowing he would be able to recognize her once he saw her. So his eyes began scanning her favorite shopping center's and within minutes he found her and an evil smile crept on his lips.


Razor saw that some of his boys had already got here and he began telling them what to do with hand gestures like someone in the army would and he walked toward Lucy grabbing her and placing a cloth with chloroform on it knowing that it would knock her unconscious. Once she was out of it he carried her out the back door where there was a large black hummer waiting for him and he threw her in the back tying her up with some rope in the back before getting in the driverside and taking her back to the Death Angel's Biker Gang Clubhouse.
 
Genevieve Holdings was incredibly ashamed at her decision and Gerard was no better either. Both drove home sullenly having wished they had said more to their daughter that day because they both knew, they would not be seeing her home tonight.

Lucy had maybe five or six bags on her wrists as she walked. She had her Chloe purse which was hanging off of her shoulder and the handles of shopping bags adorning her wrists. For a tiny little thing, many shopping bags were something she could hold like they were feather light, and not really heavy and packed with heavy designer items.

She was a beautiful girl who sometimes didn’t know it. She wasn’t vain like most spoiled girls might be. She was just sort of partial to material things but that’s just because she was closer friends to her Pradas and Manolos than with the people at school or her own parents. The people at school adored her because of her fashion sense, her looks and the fact she was as rich as they were and therefore worth talking to. But at her school, no one really cared to get to know the other. They were friends for benefits. Not sexual benefits but simply benefits as to what it could benefit them. Not be actual real friends who sat around actually caring for one another and trading deep, dark secrets. So no one really had friends but only she saw it as that. Essentially, Lucy was really lonely. She didn’t open her mouth to speak against anything or try to be anything more than a pretty face which was her fault but then again, no one cared to want to know more than her than they already did.

She wasn’t a bad girl, a terrible girl or anything like that. She was just the product of two rich parents who sometimes didn’t always spend so wisely, who often believed money equaled happiness despite anything else like love and while they did love their daughter, they would rather baby her, spoil her and make everything in her world happy by giving every possible item they could to her without actually having to spend time with her. This left her utterly lonely, especially when her only real friends were her designer items. That was just sad. Really sad. She was never mean to anyone, never looked down on her people or held herself in higher acclaim. She just liked to shop and maybe readily accepted what her parents gave her but she wasn’t about to make anyone spend time with her if they didn’t want to. She didn’t need pity. She had shopping.

That day, she was still dressed in her school uniform which consisted of a white silk blouse with a rounded collar at the top and a two point plaid tie of blue, white and black, her private school’s colors. The skirt was the same color of plaid, short and pleated and she wore thigh high stockings with her favorite black ankle boots on her feet. Her jacket was in the car and her blouse wasn’t tucked in anymore. She had long flowy soft dark brown hair and it was tied in a simply loose ponytail down her back, loose tendrils framing her slender face. With stunning hazel almond shaped eyes an a lovely smile that could make many stop in their tracks to gander—but never anything more—she saw her next shop on the way. And that was when her world went black. The placement of a handkerchief on her mouth and nose which she breathed in deeply in her struggle, her shopping bags falling from her wrists as well as her Chloe purse and she was out, a limp body to be carried away and stored in the back of a vehicle never to be seen again. Not even her driver saw it coming as he was sitting in the car, just waiting for her call to come and collect her when she would come out. She never did. An the only people in her family that knew why were her parents.
 
Razor made the long drive home knowing that Lucy would be out the entire way he had made sure to make her stuggle while he was kidnapping her so she would take a deeper breath because the longer the breath the more of the cloroform that she would breath in which would make her stay out longer. As Razor got into the car he looked once more to make sure the ropes were tied around her hands and feet tight enough that just in case by some miracle she woke up she wouldn't be able to get herself free which after a few minutes of examining the ropes he knew that there would be no chance of the young woman getting out of the ropes.

After an hour the hummer followed closely by all of the gang members he had folowing him made it back to the clubhouse and he stopped the hummer outside of the building, placed it in park, got out and walked to the back door seeing that the young girl was finally starting to wake up. Slowly Razor grabbed the young woman out placed her immediately on his shoulder and carried her inside of a room that had no windows and only one door. Slowly he placed her on the bed and stood at the door wanting to have a conversation with her. Yes he was a monster and had killed over ten thousand different people even at his young age but he wanted to let this innocent woman know that her own parent's sold her out and used her as a payment. "Hello Lucy welcome back to reality. Don't worry you didn't lose anything all of the clothes you bought, your purse and your other things have been brought so you can still look nice while you're here for your extended visist. Do you know who I am?"
 
The entire ride back from the mall to wherever she was being taken, Lucy didn’t wake. She was well out. She took in a deep breath of it and considering she was a slender girl—though not without curves—it seemed to have gone straight through, fogging her out completely. Only when her eyes began to open, was she no longer in a moving vehicle. She was on a bed, lying on her back. Her eyes started to flutter open, her vision blurry at first and she swore she had a rancid taste in her mouth. Her head turned to the side and soon her vision focused, allowing her to see just where she was and the realization sank in all too clear. She wasn’t at home and this was certainly not her bedroom.

With a bit of a struggle, Lucy sat up, the hem of her skirt lifted and just at her mid thighs, showing the lace tops of her stockings. Just because she wore stockings with lace tops didn’t mean anything. They secured better and they were pretty. And when she heard a voice, she gasped softly, her head immediately turning in the direction of its origin and laid upon a man she had never seen before yet he seemed to know her. As he spoke, she listened but looked down, finding her legs bound as well as her hands, which made it difficult for her to sit up in the first place. She swallowed hard and tentatively her eyes met his and she shook her head. She didn’t speak, rather finding that she shouldn’t but the question still loomed. “Where am I? Why am I here?” She demanded in such a soft voice, it didn’t come off as authoritative at all but just…cute.
 
Razor cleared his throat "Well you are in the Death Angel biker gang clubhouse. I am Axel Razor Rayne the owner, creator and leader of this gang. Now the reason you're here is something that even I. A cold blooded monster who kills and steals and even kidnaps couldn't even imagine doing. Your parents. Genevieve and Gerard Holdings has given you to me as collateral. Now I know you might be asking well what in the world could your parent's owe me that could amount to them giving me the permission to take you as collateral and I think that you deserve an answer" Razor knocked on the door and it opened "Bring me a chair" he told the man behind the door.

The man ran to get a chair and brought it back moments later after it was in the room the door shut once more and a very loud clicking noice came from the locking mechanism as it was locked.

Razor sat down in the chair so the back of the chair was pressed up against his stomach and he looked at the young woman and said "Well as you obviously know your parent's are quite rich but what you might not know is that they are only rich because I have loaned them money and they're in debt half a million dollars to me if not more. I got tired of waiting for my payment and I gave them an ultimatum either get me my money in full in a week or I was going to kidnap you until they made their payments or give you to me and their debt would be cleared. Now I was expecting only to scare them but oh no. Your mother told me to take you as collateral and that they'd have my money by the end of the month or you would be mine for good. So you better start getting used to calling this home" Razor said slowly with a meniacal laugh as he stood up and walked over to her grabbing a large switch blade from his back pocket and he clicked the button opening the knife and then went toward her with the sharp end only to cut the ropes off of her hands and feet "I will be back with dinner later. Oh yeah and I forgot if you don't do exactly as I say then their will be consequences" he said knocking on the door once more. Once it opened he walked out and watched her through the two way mirror. He also made his gang member shut and lock the door.
 
Her eyes widened immediately when he started with his words and they didn’t unwiden even as he went to get a chair. It was like the moment he said that her parents gave her up as collateral, everything inside of her shattered. Everything she felt just broke as if it was thin glass being dangled in the air, only to be suddenly dropped and that was it. She swallowed hard and looked down, staring at her hands. Lucy didn’t look at Razor the entire time as he spoke, as he explained the situation and elaborated on just why she was here. She did nothing wrong except for being born in the wrong family.

The more he spoke, the sooner her eyes watered. She was staring down at her tied hands in her lap. Her legs gave up all energy or reason to be straight and were now extended before her, bent at the knee slightly in a most unladylike way but she didn’t care. Teardrops fell from her eyes onto her hands and she took in a deep breaths from her mouth but otherwise made no indication she was crying.

The moment she became free from her restraints, she pushed the tears away and looked at Razor. Whatever he wanted, she had to do. Otherwise there’d be consequences. She didn’t want to even think about it or imagine but she just nodded her head. It was a lot to take in. She was eighteen, technically an adult but it was still a lot. It’s not like she was sheltered. She was still a virgin but it’s not like she had never kissed a guy before or knew of stuff. But she was still just a kid. Once she was left alone however, she turned her back to the door and curled up on her side. Then she cried but she was never loud. She’d always been a good daughter, a good girl, and for what?

Lucy buried her face into her pillow and she sniffled, trying to calm herself down. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. But the shaking of her body wasn’t something to be missed. It was very clear she was crying, just from how her body shook. But she’d find a way. Otherwise she was not Lucy.
 
Razor stood on the other side of window watching her roll over so she was facing away and then after a few minutes her body began shaking which he already knew meant she was crying but he was unphased by it he had trained himself over years to be a cruel, uncaring person. So he didn't give a shit that this young woman was crying.

Slowly a young man who looked similar to Razor walked up and looked inside the window almost instantly knowing that the woman was crying and he looked at his brother "Who is the girl in there and why is she crying?"

"That's Lucy Holdings and she's in there because her parent's let me take her for collateral until they get me back the money they owe me" Razor said honestly.

"What? Axel!! You can't take an adult person against their will just for a piece of collateral" Lars said looking at his older brother Axel.

"Lars I can do whatever I want because I'm in charge of this club" Razor said honestly as he looked at his brother "And if you have some problem with it then do something I dare you" Razor said walking off angrily.

Lars watched his brother Axel walk off ever since he had been known as Razor the brother he knew and loved had died and been switched by a monster with them having orphans Razor should've remembered what it felt like to be uncared for like this young woman must be feeling since her parent's practically sold her freedom even only if temporarily. Slowly he went to the man guarding the door and said "Get out of the way" he pushed the man to the side and then walked inside the room clearing his throat lightly to get her attention "Hello miss I am Lars Rayne I co-own this gang with my brother and I was wondering dinner is coming up soon is there anything special that I can get you for dinner. I don't care what it is just tell me and I'll assure you have it."
 
Her eyes stayed closed and she willed herself to maybe fall asleep, to maybe stay asleep for as long as she could. Maybe it was possible to sleep herself away, maybe even let herself whither away until there was nothing left because surely there was no point in anything anymore. Would her parents even miss her? Were they even sad for this decision they made? Why did they do it? It hurt so much. It was the worst kind of betrayal and while Lucy was never one to hold a grudge, she knew she’d never be able to forgive them for this. How could she? They sold her!

She rubbed her runny nose against the pillow and sniffled. She got a lock on her emotions and she stopped crying. Her eyes were closed and she kept willing herself to sleep but she couldn’t fall asleep, as much as she wanted to. Her body was tired, so was her mind. But apparently it wasn’t enough to go comatose.

She heard the door open and she was about to turn to see who it was when she stopped herself. She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched onto the pillow tighter until she heard the voice. A man. A nicer and gentler tone, she knew it wasn’t the man from before. He had a brother? His name was Lars. Well, he was still despicable in her eyes without having even laid eyes on him because he was affiliated with this place, this club, that man. Her stomach growled, though it wasn’t loud she did feel it. Her hand moved to her stomach and she shook her head. “I’m not hungry.” She said miserably in a soft voice. “I’ rather you give me poison.” She muttered. “I’d love to see how you and your brother would feel then. All that for nothing. Maybe you’ll kill my parents, I know they deserve it after they did this to me.” Her voice was stronger now, incredibly angry. Still, she didn’t turn to even see him or further acknowledge him.

She could be the bratty spoiled teen girl if she wanted to be. When she was in the defenses.
 
"Ah, so I see Axel... Or better yet Razor as he is called now got to you first I can tell because usually after I go in to make things feel better there are one of two people waiting for me. One the angry pissed off person that my brother has already intimidated and threatened or the nice kind woman who knows I am unlike my brother in every way possible. You see I'm like you in a way. Your parents gave you up but I was there to see what they looked like after they did it. Your mother and father were in tears and felt horrible about their decision but my brother refused to allow them to retract their statement because he had them forcibly thrown from the building. I on the other hand come from a family who my parent's gave Razor and I up by throwing us out on the streets and leaving us in the cold and rain. Razor who was seven at the time carried me at five years old and my sister who was six months old to the nearest orphanage and from that moment on I saw my sweet loving older brother that I have known my entire life begin to die and that monster who has taken his place begin to flourish. My brother lost his heart at seven years old because once he brought us to the orphanage he found out our sister Alissah had gotten sick from the rain and two days after being at the orphanage she died and my brother was holding her when she died" Lars explained softly he found throughout the years that people began to trust you more if you shared personal information with them because then you'd no longer be a stranger to them "Now let me ask you again darling are you sure there isn't anything. Anything at all I can get you for supper."


The guard at the door listened to Lars telling the new prisoner the story of what happened to Lars, Alissah and Razor when they were children and he knew Razor hated people telling that story and so he called for the man down the hall to go tell Razor.

The large man down the hall knew what was happening and so he looked at his watch seeing is was three 'o' clock knowing that meant that Razor was getting a massage and so he walked through the very large mansion like clubhouse to Razors personal massage parlor and as he walked in he saw his boss laying on the massage table, his a head through the hole on the table and one of the female gang members massaging him with just a towel covering his naked body from the world "Sir, I am..Truly sorry for bothering you especially since I know you need this massage with how much stress you're under it's just Lars."


"LARS WHAT" Razor said sitting up covering himself up with the towel again.

"Well sir it seems that Lars is telling the new girl the story about him, you and Allisah" the guard said bowing slightly he saw the vein in Razor's neck popping out and he knew that Razor was angry.

"Alright, alright well tell Alex to keep the door locked I'll be there personally to take care of Lars in a few minutes" Razor said laying back down his large gold necklace that had a heart emblem that had both Alissah's image, name and birth/death date engraved in it.
 
She listened to him nonetheless and while it didn’t make much of an impact when he told her how her parents felt, his own personal story about him and his brother as well as their baby sister who didn’t make it to even being a year old, her heart went out to them both, even Razor. It was enough to at least make her turn and sit up. She pulled her hair from the ponytail it was in and pulled it over one shoulder. Her legs were over the edge of the bed and her hands were in her lap. She stared down at her lap and then slowly looked up to see the man before her, the man who called himself Lars and then she looked away. There was sadness in her eyes. Her eyes which once held at least some genuine happiness seemed to fade away in an instant. She didn’t look like the same happy and bubbly Lucy who had accepted she was lonely. She looked defeated.

“Could I have water?” She asked so softly, as if fearful of just simply asking even if he did ask if she wanted anything. She wasn’t hungry. She knew she should eat but she had no appetite. But her throat was dry from crying an she knew she should have that at least, if not anything else. Even if she was incredibly not into wanting water. He didn’t seem like he’d go anywhere if she didn’t ask for something.

“Why did you turn out so nicely and he turned into a monster? Or did your sister’s death do that?” She asked quietly, still looking off to the side, not willing to look at him. Baby steps. She wasn’t going to suddenly turn her mood around. Even if her parents were upset, they still made that decision. Nothing would change that. And that’s what hurt the most. That they even dared to give her up like that whether they could change their mind or not. They still did it.
 
Lars walked over to the door, the other guard hadn't gotten back with Razor's message yet because of how large the house was. As he knocked the door opened "Hey could you hand me a cold bottle of water from the mini-fridge behind you" he asked curiously.

The guard stepped back and grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge and handed the bottle to Lars before locking the door behind Lars once more when he got the message from the other guard who just got there. Slowly he only nodded understanding Razor's order's.

Lars handed Lucy the water before sitting down when he heard her next question "Well you see darling I am nice because I never had to see the things my brother did. I wasn't even allowed to see my dead baby sister until the funeral. And I believe that Razor is so evil because once mom and dad left us Razor felt as the older brother it was his job to protect Allisah and I. And when Allisah got sick and died before even her first birthday Razor beat himself over it and took it as he had failed us which made him angry and from that point on his anger has consumed his body until the monster you now know as Razor took Axel's place. That's why he got that large heart necklace that has Alissah's name, birthday/death day and image carved into it."

"Oh lord here he comes" one guards whispered.

"He doesn't look to happy" another guard said.


"Do you think Lars will be alright after Razor get's his hands on him" one of the other guards asked.

Razor walked down the hallway angrily his boots making loud thuds against the black marble floor and one he got to Lucy's room he opened the door with force and kicked the chair out from under Lars grabbing him up with ease before throwing him out of the door and walking after him.

The guard guarding the door shut it rather quickly.


"What the fuck were you thinking you fucking babbling buffoon" Razor yelled angrily loud enough Lucy would be able to hear him "You know better than to talk about Allissah in front of people why don't you just go around fucking yelling out our weaknesses while you're at it you big fucking pussy."


"At least i'm not hiding my feelings under a false cover of anger. I grew up and let go of that it wasn't our fault Allissah died" Lars said honestly.

Razor backhanded Lars knocking him straight to the ground with ease as he heard his brother talk to him in a disrespectful way and then he went into the bedroom where Lucy was and he looked at her angrily "What the hell are you trying to do? Are you trying to break my family apart" he asked slapping her across the face hard "Huh what are you trying to do?"
 
“But it wasn’t even his fault, or yours.” She told him but it seemed to be something Lars already knew and he had made peace with it. Razor hadn’t and he hadn’t been able to make peace with it. So that was Lucy’s understanding at least. But she was no psych major, just that she knew it wasn’t his fault. With the bottle of water in her hands now, she opened it and took a small sip, as if tentatively before she took bigger gulps.

She set it beside her on the bed and then looked up at Lars. She opened her mouth to say something before the door was suddenly kicked open and for the first time in her life, Lucy saw the most angry person and it was more terrifying than this entire situation. She gasped when Lars was kicked was from his chair before being dragged out. Instantly, she stood though but the door shut. She could hear him yelling and that made her shake a little bit. She got Lars into trouble. First her parents gave her away to qualm their troubles and now she was causing trouble to someone else who was just trying to be nice. Could she do no right? It was another damper to her failing security in already insecure self and she moved back to the bed.

That was when the door burst open and the same very angry Razor came back in. He yelled at her and she felt her entire being clam up and shut down. A small yelp came from Lucy as he struck her and she fell slightly into the bed, her hand coming out to catch against it so she didn’t fall and her other hand came to her cheek where he hit her. Anger bit at her and she looked at him daringly, her eyes wet with tears but fiery with anger and rage. “How does it feel then? Hmm?” She spat. “You break up many families, terrorize them, punish them when they only seek some help in whatever their predicament and situation be. And you accuse me of breaking up your family?” She bit out. “How dare you?!” She yelled. “Hypocrite.” She spat once more and looked away, rubbing her still stinging cheek. She could already feel the swelling. That wasn’t going to away quietly and it would bruise. She bruised like a peach.

“It wasn’t your fault.” She said quietly, not looking at him and speaking as if suddenly terrified. Well she was, now understanding what one slap could do to her. Still, she went on. “What happened to your sister, it wasn’t your fault. You shouldn’t blame yourself.”
 
Razor got angry when she started talking shit about him telling him how he ruined peoples family and all the other stuff and with ease he lifted Lucy up so she was face to face with him and he got right in her face angrily. "You little girl had best shut your fucking mouth and quickly if you don't I promise you that you wont be going home with your pathetic parent's the same way you came in. Do you understand me you spoiled rotten little bitch" the vein in his neck was still quite noticeable it only happened when he was truly angry and at the moment he was. He continued keeping her held up suspended in air but the next words she said made him feel a twinge of pain for the first time in many years. The sadness was deep and noticeable in his eyes. As he felt the pain he dropped her making her fall to the bed and he stepped back placing his hand over his head. Years he had created this...This shell to hide in so where he'd never have to go through the pain of remembering his deceased baby sister. That was the one reason he had banned anyone telling the story of the Rayne brother's past.



Slowly his hand reached up and touched the gold heart necklace he had on and tears filled his eyes as he thought about the day his sister died. All he remembered was holding her as she died and the orphage people actually having to put him to sleep via a shot just so they could get her away from him "Don't speak to me like that you don't know me. You don't know what I am, what I have done or what I could do to you" Razor said knocking on the door to be let out and he left rather quickly.
 
Lucy gasped suddenly as he grabbed her and her eyes squeezed shut as he yelled at her. Every part of her was shaking tremendously and she was breathing hard through her nose, trying to still breathe given the circumstances. She shut down even more as he yelled, only to be suddenly dropped. It seemed her soft words got to him. She fell against the bed, her hands coming out to brace her so she didn’t fall to the ground. Her eyes opened slowly and tears leaked from them. She sniffled and a shaky hand came up to wipe her nose. She looked at him and swallowed hard, her body still shaking but she somehow having some sort of courage, some sort of strength to maybe stop it.

That was when she stood suddenly, walking as he made to leave. “Don’t act like you know me either!” She screamed. “You don’t know me! You don’t know me!” She screamed, her fist hitting the door. Pain racketed through her hand and she turned moving back to the bed. There, she swatted the bottle of water away and sat down on the bed, one leg bent and tucked under her, the other hanging over the edge of the bed. She showed a lot of leg but she didn’t care. Her hands came up to her face and she sobbed, not even trying keep herself quiet. He called her a spoiled bitch and threatened to do many worse things to her. How could she keep quiet at all?
 
After walking out of Lucy's room Razor went on a path of destruction having been made to feel weak sent him over the edge. He had prided himself for many years for his accomplishments. All the fight's, killings, all the money and fame his group had, had. Proud that he was no longer a small pathetic weakling who couldn't defend his family and here this young woman who was smaller than he had made him cry which really pissed him off.

Razor walked through the house throwing chairs, flipping full sized couches with ease, pushing people out of the way when all of a sudden he saw a large picture of Alissah that he had blown up to a very large size and his destructive path stopped immediately because all he could do was fall to his knee's in front of the picture and cry hitting the ground and cursing himself as he remembed everything that happened and just let go and began sobbing.


Lars got up watching Razor and pushed the guard out of the door and went inside the room where Lucy was and grabbed her hand lightly "Come with me. I want you to see the man instead of the monster I know you wont escape there are too many guards stationed for you to get out but this is something you need to see."
 
She could hear the path of destruction he lay in his wake. She didn’t stop though. She hadn’t cried this much probably since she was a baby and a toddler when all they did was cry. And now here Lucy was, crying her eyes out. She sniffled when she suddenly heard the door open and for a moment, she thought it was Razor. He and his brother Lars looked so alike, it was only natural for her to suddenly feel fear. But instantly, she relaxed. She had no strength to try and refute him. She wanted to question him, tell him there was no point in making her see the true human that his brother was because it wouldn’t make a difference. “Do you want me to pity him?” She asked, her hand leaving the grasp of his as she stepped away from him and back to the bed. “I won’t pity him. I don’t care Lars. Because if I were to see him as the man he is as he is right now and feel his pain, I’ll only be justifying everything he’s done and his maltreatment of me.” She looked at him.

“What do you expect from me?”
 
"I know that you'll be here for a little while. Possible longer if everything doesn't pan out the way they were supposed to but I want you to see that all evil stems from the breaking of a person's humanity. Yes you are feeling a lot of pain right now because of everything but tell me honestly that deep within your heart beneath all of this pain and sadness there isn't a hatred growing for the way your parent's treated you, the way your parents sold you to my brother for money. Tell me that them allowing this all to happen isn't pissing you off" Lars said as he looked into Lucy's eyes "Tell me truthfully if they weren't here right now you wouldn't want to yell at them and tell them that they hurt you deeply. Because take all of that and imagine if your parent's weren't in debt and had done the same thing and you as a child were left to be an adult and take care of two younger children and then having to wath a baby die in your arms. Would you have any humanity left? No and that's what we all thought was that Razor had no humanity. I haven't seen him cry in a very long time. It's been fourteen years since I saw my brother cry and the last time it was over Allissah. You have something special about you because in less than twenty four hours you have made him tear up and cry" Lars whispered softly as he got on his knee's and got face to face with Lucy "There is something special, truly special about you Lucy I just...Haven't placed my thumb on what it is yet."
 
She started crying more. Because what he said…Lucy couldn’t even imagine. If she had been abandoned the way they had, with a baby sister to care for at the age of seven and to watch her die, hold her as she died and not be able to do anything about it, she couldn’t imagine how she’d be. But something told her that she wouldn’t ever be the same, even more, she’d probably be broken, lose her humanity and then what would she have left.

Lucy lowered herself to sit down at the edge of the bed, her hands falling to her lap. She sniffled and often and hastily wiped her eyes and her nose. The light bit of make up she always wore was long gone by now and her eyes were red rimmed and puffy. Her nose was red, raw feeling from how many times she wiped it and when she saw Lars move down before her, she looked at him. A couple of hiccups came from her but then she shook her head. She didn’t understand what he was saying. She thought so little of herself already now after everything and now he was insinuating she was worth something more than just to settle her parents’ meager debt?

“I’m not special.” She whispered. “But I will go with you and see your brother.” She said softly. “Lars, I am not special. Please don’t say it again, okay?” For her sake, she was pleading with him now, her hands moving to his. “Don’t call me special again.” She whispered. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the same way what their parents did to Lars and Razor, even Allissah. Not even near the same. But she felt the pain, the coldness, the brokenness. Everyone’s pain was their own and different, based on what their tolerance and what they could withstand. Lars and Razor went through a great deal. And Lucy too now, all in their own way. She understood what he was saying but what hope was there for his brother if she too now was broken?
 
Lars looked at her "Listen this entire club is made up of people who have been left alone in this world. People who don't think that they're important or that no one cares. Originally this gang was started to make people feel like when everyone else turned their backs on them there was one place they could go to feel like they were wanted. Razor's goal in creating this gang wasn't to hurt people and normally he would never hurt someone who didn't need it. Yes he has killed people. Hell he's even destroyed families but only for the betterment of those people. He's killed rapists, child molester's and even crooks, he's made his fortune hurting those people who have more money than anyone else but over the years he's just got worse and hateful. But what I'm saying is why don't you join our gang maybe you can help me turn Razor back to the man he was not the man he is now" Lars said walking with her to where Razor as still on the ground crying.
 
Lucy said nothing, simply nodding her head. She didn’t know if she wanted to join this gang. Maybe part of her was hoping her parents would be able to bring her back home if they paid back their debt. Maybe part of her was holding out for that. Still, she stood up and let Lars lead her to where his brother was, on the ground, weeping. She looked up and saw the beautiful portrait of their deceased baby sister, Allissah. She was an adorable little baby, as all babies but this one had a halo around her from the very start. It was a true and tragic loss, this she already knew, just from seeing the portrait.

By now, her tears and crying had thankfully subsided yet it had been very clear she cried quite recently and quite a lot. Leaving Lars’ side, Lucy stepped forward, carefully and slowly to the weeping man on the ground. When she stood before him, she slowly descended to the floor on her knees, sweeping the hem of her skirt over her knees before she looked at him. Her hands remained in her lap and she bit her lower lip. “You know, it’s not bad to cry.” She spoke so softly, so kindly even, to a man who probably didn’t deserve any kindness from her. But then again it’d go against everything Lucy wasn’t, against her true self if she were to ever allow herself a moment of pettiness just for the ever more petty revenge.

She leaned in closely to his ear. “It doesn’t make you look weak to cry.” She whispered, so no one but him and herself would hear. “It doesn’t make you any less strong of a man, of a leader, of the co-owner of this gang.” Her hand lifted to tentatively, hesitantly even, touch his shoulder. “It just makes you human. And after all, at the end of the day, if all this were to disappear, isn’t that what you are? What we all are?”
 
Lars had only wanted her to see that Razor had some humanity left if even only a small smudge but when she started walking closer to Razor even Lars was impressed even himself the co-owner of this gang wouldn't dare to walk toward Razor in a moment like this because no one was safe when he was like this. One week prior Razor had killed one of their best gang member's for just looking at him while he had a tear in his eye yet here was this young small woman walking up to Razor trying to soothe him.

Razor immediately turned his head hearing a voice seeing it was Lucy his first thought was how could she have gotten out and so he turned to look only to see his brother standing in the background which he knew he would. Lars was a pussy and always had been the only reason Razor kept him around was because of them being brothers. Slowly though his attention turned back toward the young woman and his hand came to lightly caress her cheek "My dear girl" his voice came out soft but you could feel the pain he was suffering through his words. "I don't know you well but thank you for these kind words. But you're wrong if all of this was gone all the legacy that I've worked for I would still be nothing more than a monster. Most of my humanity died that day alongside my sister" slowly Razor stood up and took a breath lifting Lucy up to her feet with ease but he gently placed her down "I have business to attend to though so Lars give her a more comfortable room upstairs. I have two people who I need to speak with being brought in."


"Who is coming in Razor" Lars asked now completely shocked this woman had gotten away with everything with her life.


"Our birth parents" Razor said with an icy tone to his voice as he started walking to his office slowly.
 
She might have had to be crazy to be doing this or perhaps it pained her to see another crying, no matter how cruel they had already been. To her surprise, Razor didn’t lash out at her. Instead, he thanked her. Hell, even his hand on her cheek was soft but it make her uneasy at first since she expected him to hit her or something at first. Still though, it seemed to be a progress in her eyes and her mind. He said ‘thank you’ and he didn’t even yell at her or strike her. That to her, was enough to set her into her course of action. He had humanity left. He just didn’t want to turn it back on for fear of losing everything he worked so hard for.

Before he lifted her up, she leaned in once more. “Forgive me, but I beg to differ.” And that was all she left him with before he stood and brought her up with him, that gesture making her feel a bit rattled since her natural thought of him of expectance was for him to throw her at the wall or something. He was a work in progress, so were her perceptions of him and that not everything regarding him would always be met with violence. She was a firm believer in that.

Lucy stepped back and looked up at Razor as he made it clear what his current pressing matter was. She looked at Lars and bit her lower lip. That would have to be difficult indeed. She didn’t say anything though, simply standing there. Well, that was new at least. Not the fact he was meeting with his and Lars’ birth parents. The fact she was going to be given a more comfortable room than the one before. Perhaps this wouldn’t have a lock on it on the outside. But Lucy was pretty sure she wouldn’t be making an escape. Just as she felt she might have gotten through to Razor, a bit of Lucy came alive again
 
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