Part 2

Context: You've been with Abe for a few years, now. When you met, he was quiet, a little grumpy, but you managed to crack his shell a little. He's gruff to everyone else, but you know how sweet and soft he can be. You can't imagine him harming a fly, really. Actually, you wonder... what is your boyfriend up to today?

Setting: An undisclosed torture compound

Tags:[MM4F][Rival Mobster Speakers][Sweet Listener][Forced Confession][Assassination][Rivalry/Bad Blood][Pleading][Breaking the Bad Boy][Crying][CW: Torture/Violence/Murder]

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[A] = Abraham aka Abe aka the Butcher of 3rd Avenue

[M] = Matt, a mysterious mafia don

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[Scene opens in a sterile, concrete room]

[SFX: A man taking some blows]

[A man sits bound to a lone chair, chuckling as he’s beaten]

[A] “Hh… hehe…. T-That all you got, Matt? You finally get the Butcher all to yourself, and all you can do is slap at him?”

[SFX: More blows]

[Abe laughs again, blood flecking across the ground]

[A] “You ain’t gonna break me… No chance in Hell. Torture me all you want.”

[The other man straightens his spine with a sigh]

[M] “The Butcher of 3rd avenue. Yeah, they said you’d be a tough one. That you ‘don’t feel any kind of physical pain’, huh? Why is that, Abraham? Hmm?”

[A, with a dark chuckle] “You’d love to know… What’s this about, hm? Is it that little rat you sent to investigate the Don’s business? I sent him back alive, didn’t I?”

[Pause]

[M] “You cut off an arm and a leg, Abe. You made him hobble five miles to the hospital. Motherfucker was lucky he didn’t just bleed out!”

[A] “Told him it’d cost him an arm and a leg to walk out of there alive, Matt. Guess he didn’t think I meant it literally, huh?”

[SFX: The chair squeaking]

[Matt leans down, eye-to-eye with Abe]

[M] “...You’re a sick son of a bitch, Abe. A ruthless, sadistic monster that’d decapitate a girl scout if she looked at him wrong.”

[Pause]

[A] “And I’d keep the fuckin’ cookies. I know what I am. I get paid a lot of money to be what I am and you, as a fellow mobster, don’t have a horse to be high on. A jackass, maybe.”

[...]

[M, with a cold smile] “That’s alright, Abe. Abe the Stone, Abe the Unshakable Mountain, never giving up even a single shred of information! No weaknesses, huh?”

[A, spitting at Matt’s feet] “Fuck you.”

[Pause]

[M, with a sigh] “Alright, Benny. Bring up the feed.”

[SFX: A camera feed, of sorts, being projected on the wall in front of Abe]

[M] “You’re a tough nut to crack, Abe, and I respect the Hell out of ya. But business is business, and you’re getting in the way of my expanding that business. So, I got a little creative… Really dug into your personal life… And that’s how I found out you got a little girlfriend.”

[Abe pales, the fire dying out immediately as he sees you walking through the city, minding your own business]

[M] “And there she is… Mmh, pretty little thing. No idea that she’s being followed or recorded… Seconds away from the grave.”

[Pause]

[A] “Sugarplum…”

[M] “Aww, you even got a sappy little nickname for her… And she’s out there, walking the city alone without a gent on her arm? Tsk, tsk… The city isn’t kind to pretty ladies who walk alone, are they?”

[SFX: Abe violently struggling against his binds]

[A] “Don’t do this! Please!”

[M] “Oh… Is that desperation on the Butcher’s face? Fear? Heavens to Betsy, can you imagine her knowing what you do for a living?”

[Tears stream down Abe’s face]

[A] “Matt… Matt, I’ll fucking kill you if you hurt her, do you understand?! Do you fucking understand me?!”

[M] “You can certainly try.”

[SFX: Matt taking his phone out of his pocket]

[M] “What’s her number.”

[A] “Don’t! Don’t you FUCKING dare!”

[M] “Oh, I don’t need it. I can just kill her, right now. I just gotta say the word and that pretty neck? Wrung. Or slashed, if you want it messy. But, if you did give me her number, I can make you a deal.”

[Pause]

[A] “...What deal.”

[M] “I want to watch you call her up. Confess what you are, and what crimes you’ve committed. I want to see you just fucking die inside, Abraham. To watch her face fill with confusion, then disbelief, then horror… That pretty lady who you have, no doubt, whispered sweet nothings to. Promised her a ring? I bet she loves to feel up all that muscle, huh? Or does she like you or your… ‘personality’?”

[A] “...Matt… please.”

[M] “Alright. Ben, you heard him. Snap her neck.”

[A] “WAIT! Wait wait wait, stop! Stop… I’ll give you her number…”

[SFX: A phone number being punched in, ringing]

[Abe squirms as he watches you walk from the assassin’s viewpoint]

[A] “Don’t pick up… Please, baby, don’t pick up…”

[SFX: The call being picked up]

[A] “S-Sugarplum! Hey, hey baby girl, hey… No no no, everything’s alright! I just… I-I…”

[He looks to Matt, pleading silently. Matt remains unimpressed]

[A] “...Baby, I… I love you, you know that?”

[Pause]

[A] “Nothing’s wrong. I just needed you to hear that. Didn’t get a chance to tell you before you left work today. E-Eheh, you remember your lunch this time?”

[Pause]

[A] “That’s my girl… My sweet girl… You love me, right? Y-You still love me?”

[Pause!]

[He exhales shakily on the end of the line]

[A] “Baby… I-I gotta confess something. I’ve been loyal, I promise, but…”

[Pause?]

[M, quietly] “Do it.”

[A] “...Baby… I’m… I’m a mafia enforcer, alright? I-I… I have to hurt people for my job. R-Real bad. I know that sounds hard to believe, and I’ll understand if you don’t wanna be with me no more, but… but I wanted to tell you, O-OK?”

[Pause…]

[His breath catches for a moment. At that moment, he sounds hopeful. Relieved]

[A] “R-Really? We can talk about it once we’re both home? You don’t think I’m a monster?”

[Pause]

[A, laugh-crying] “I knew you were perfect, I knew it! I love you, Sugarplum, and the second I get home, I’m going to hold you and never let go, alright?”

[Pause!]

[A] “Love you, too, angel. I gotta go, OK? I’ll see you soon.”

[<3]

[SFX: The call ending]

[Abe exhales shakily]

[A] “There. I did what you asked for, and I’ll agree to get out of your way when it comes to the west side. Now let me go home.”

[Pause]

[M] “Kill her.”

[A] “WHAT?!”

[SFX: More violent struggling]

[A] “MATT, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, SHE’S INNOCENT IN ALL OF THIS!”

[Matt smiles calmly at him]

[M] “Code says that any outside who knows the family business gets taken out. She knows family business now… doesn’t she?”

[A] “PLEASE!”

[SFX: More violent struggling/Abe getting more belligerent]

[M] “Ooh, and there’s one of my assassins sneaking right up on her. You didn’t tell her to be more cautious, hm? Rookie mistake.”

[A] “I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU LAY A HAND ON HER, DO YOU HEAR ME?!”

[M] “Tick, tock, tick, tock…”

[Note: This is on the Listener’s side]

[SFX: Heavy footsteps walking behind you]

[A] “What do you want?! Just name it! I’ll do anything! Please, Matt, I’ll fucking grovel if I need to! Please, just, leave her out of this!”

[M] “Abe… I told you that your disrespect would get a response from me one of these days. You running my boys off, even killing some of them… How can I not respond? You took some of my family, so it’s only fair I take the one person you care about, hm?”

[SFX: The Listener being grabbed from behind]

[A] “NO, LET GO OF HER!!!” “

[SFX: More violent thrashing/swearing/pleading]

[M] “Look at her struggle for air… Aww, she looks so scared. Looking around desperately for another person to help… Perhaps even for her stoic, batshit crazy boyfriend, hmmm?”

[Pause]

[A, ice-cold] “I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make you regret every moment you’ve breathed. You get one chance, Matt: let her go, I let you go. Last. Chance.”

[The two men stare each other down as you struggle to get even a breath of air]

[M] “...Finish it.”

[Abe screams violently as the man chokes you out. Your neck creaks in protest. Tears fall down your cheeks involuntarily. It’s hot. Burning hot. Then… cold]

[SFX: The thud of a body hitting the ground]

[Matt lights a cigar, expression grim]

[M] “It’s done... Don’t forget this lesson, Abe. You can be the biggest monster this side of Brooklyn, but that ain’t gonna save you, it ain’t gonna save Jack, and it sure as shit didn’t save that poor girl dead on the ground… Did it?”

[Abe stares ahead at nothing, body shaking violently]

[A] “Sugarplum…”

[M] “Dose him, then toss him into a ditch somewhere on the highway. He can walk his way back to the city… Think about what he’s done.”

[SFX: More struggling, weaker this time]

[A, quieter] “... You were my best friend, Matt… I was gonna ask you to be the best man at my FUCKING WEDDING!”

[SFX: Violent crashing, men shouting in alarm]

[M] “And I was going to ask you to be a godfather to my fucking nephew, but, thanks to YOU, the poor kid can hardly sleep two hours without waking up screaming! You took it too far! Yeah, his Dad was a piece of shit, but you fucking BEAT HIM TO DEATH in front of his child! That was my brother, Abe! My fucking brother!”

[A] “...I’m not sorry. He was beating her, and I’d fucking kill him again if it was to save that poor girl you pretended didn’t exist!”

[Pause]

[M] “His life… wasn’t yours to take.”

[A] “NEITHER WAS HERS!”

[SFX: More struggling and violent thrashing]

[A] “You… Nnh… y-you’re… fucking lucky you found drugs that work on me…”

[SFX: Abe collapsing]

[A] “...You’re a dead man, Matt. Any time you got left, you’re borrowing from me. Do you hear me?!”

[M] “Go to sleep, Abe… It’s the only peace you’re gonna get.”

[Abe lets out one more groan before he passes out]

[M] “... Get her body, Benny… Poor girl deserves a proper burial, at least.”

[He sighs as Abe is dragged off]

[M] “... I’m sorry, sweetheart. Wish you’d fallen in love with a better man. Eugh… I need a stiff drink. C’mon, boys. Let the cleaners do their job.”

[All of them shuffle out of the room, dragging Abe]

[...]

[It’s so cold]

[To be continued]