Brittany looked up, her eyes meeting those of Leon. Real fear was present on her face.
As he stared at her, Leon remembered the tender kisses they had shared, the nights they had spent together, the promises they had both made to each other. The love story they had, or at least the boy thought it was one.
"You liked to spread rumors and create lies about me, didn't you, Brittany?" said Leon, keeping his cool.
"You always acted like a snake, poisoning my existence without me even noticing your tyranny. Now, the consequences of your actions are knocking at your door."
He approached her, and Brittany swallowed nervously.
"Dean is now my employee. You, on the other hand, will not have this enormous privilege. For you, I've chosen something particularly terrible."
With a flourish, Leon pulled out a brown paper envelope from inside his jacket.
"Open it," he ordered, holding it out to the girl.
Pursing her lips to prevent them from quivering with nervousness, the girl hesitantly obeyed.
Her eyes widened as she saw some of the contents.
"What's that?" she whispered, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed.
Leon lowered the microphone as he muttered:
"What a short memory you have. Remember all the photos I took of you dancing for me? You really thought I'd turn into a bitter man and delete them all, didn't you? After all, in your mind, I'm just a loser. They're all there. All of them."
Faster than Brittany could have predicted, he snatched the envelope from her hands.
"Give it back!"
"Or what?"She ducked her head nervously and tried to keep her voice calm, but failed:
"Let's negotiate. What do you want for them?"
"Negotiate? You can't be serious?"
Then the girl completely lost her composure.
"You know what? Dean's right. You're a pauper, you'll never stop being one, and you're behaving ridiculously! Even if you humiliate me, him and whoever else you want, you're still a loser who'll never know what it's like to be well-born!"Brittany continued, her voice getting thinner and thinner:
"I did spread the rumors, and I'd spread them again! Because you're a loser. A piece of garbage. And yes, you're still as weak as ever."
She took the microphone from Leon's hands and shouted to the other students:
"This man is a joke and always has been! We're not going to stand by and watch this worm take power. Let's call the police and make him pay!"
But to his total surprise, the students were still hesitant. Frightened. And they weren't at all willing to stand up to Leon.
"Oops, looks like things didn't go as you planned," muttered the boy, taking the microphone back.
"You lost, bitch."
"How dare you-"
"Do you think that's the only envelope I have? Do you think I don't have dozens, or rather hundreds, of copies of these photos? You'll love the collection I have in my house. I even made a frame that goes from floor to ceiling. And you know what? I think I'm going to sell them at this year's Art Fair. Your father is a famous painter, so I wonder what he'll think of my product."
Brittany's mouth went dry.
"No."
"No?"
"No. No! You can't do that!"
Leon smiled coldly, observing Brittany's anguish.
"I can and I will. You thought you could play with me, but you forgot that two people can play this game."
Brittany felt her legs go weak as the gym remained in a tense silence."You'll never change. As you made a point of saying from the top of your imaginary pedestal, I'm not well-born. You're right, I'm not rich by birth. But think of it this way: with the power you had at birth, you could have been better. Stronger. But you're stupid. Dumb for having seen someone who could destroy you, and yet turned against him. Do you think I'll have any mercy?"
Brittany's eyes were watery, but she refused to shed tears in front of everyone. Her wounded pride wouldn't allow Leon to see her weakness.
He approached her again, whispering menacingly:
"You can't challenge me. You can't beat me. No matter what you do, you will always lose. You and everyone on your side. The photos I have, darling, are to make sure everyone knows that, even when I seem to be losing, I'm in control."
He took a step back, looking at the still hesitant students in the stands.
"Do you all see now? It's not about money or status. It's about power, control and knowing how to play the game."Leon looked directly at Brittany and said:
"If you're still willing to use your head, girl, I have a proposition for you."
A week had passed.Sitting in the velvet armchair in the huge room was Leon, celebrating his eighteenth birthday. In his hand was an almost empty glass of cognac.In front of him, looking down and waiting for further orders, was Brittany.Swirling the contents around in his glass, the man looked up at her."You look awful in that uniform."Almost imperceptibly, Brittany winced, accepting the insult. Leon continued:"I like it. I like seeing you like that."She wisely said nothing.Leon savored every moment of the power he emanated over Brittany. The shadows of the huge luxury room danced in the dim candlelight, creating an eerie atmosphere."You should be thankful you're still here," Leon teased, letting a cruel smile play on his lips. "You're standing in front of the most powerful man you've ever met."Total and complete silence."I must confess, I expected more resistance from you," the boy continued, amused by her obvious discomfort. "But of course, you were always weaker than you
Two days after the incident with Brittany, Leon felt something change in the world.A kind of strangeness took hold of his heart; what many would call an ill-feeling.He no longer believed in such things, however. After all, the boy had seen with his own eyes that nonsense like that meant nothing. Money was the only thing that mattered.But the strange feeling didn't go away when, discreetly and subtly, his ex-girlfriend and now servant handed him a letter."You've only just arrived, sir," she murmured, looking down.Without even glancing at her, Leon tore open the envelope and read the contents of the letter."Dismissed, Brittany."The girl went off to find something to do while the man continued to read the invitation.For that was what the letter contained: a formal request for him to attend a business event of a company that rivaled him in financial terms.A trap? Or a desperate way to make them prosper as much as his own company?Leon stood up. Those old bastards might like thing
Turning around, Leon swallowed as he saw a tall woman, a little older than him, with her brown hair up in a bun and wearing dress clothes.She was serious, and the thin rimmed glasses she wore made her gaze seem even more penetrating.After getting close enough not to be heard by others, the woman crossed her arms and raised her chin."Leon, we need to talk."Leon arched an eyebrow, maintaining his defiant countenance. "Talk? You should have thought of that before you humiliated me in that room. Where were you while those old men were laughing at me?"The woman let out a restrained laugh, as if amused by the situation. "Humiliation? Oh dear, you haven't seen anything yet. The real humiliation has only just begun."Leon felt anger bubbling up inside him, but he kept his composure. The boy clenched his fists, but tried to keep his voice neutral:"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"She ignored the question, looking him up and down with disdain. Then she began to circle
It's useless to resist.Despite the real hatred taking over his emotions, Leon knows it's pointless trying to resist armed men. He raises his hands in surrender and doesn't notice when one of the hooded men comes up behind him and shoots him hard in the head.Darkness.When he wakes up, the boy is naked except for his underwear, and his skin burns as if someone had scratched him several times. His eyes blink, looking for a spot of light or any information that might lead him to understand what the hell was going on.Leon's vision gradually begins to clear, revealing a dark and damp environment. He is tied to an uncomfortable chair, and the smell of mold dominates the place. As he looks around, he realizes that he is in a kind of abandoned basement, with damp stone walls and cobwebs scattered around the corners.His body aches and every movement is agony. His hands tied behind his back, Leon tries to understand what has happened. He hears muffled voices, murmurs echoing around the roo
Leon's body burns with pain as the whip continues to punish him. He grits his teeth, resisting the urge to scream. Sasha watches the scene coolly, as if assessing the boy's resistance."You can avoid further suffering, you know. It's not like I'm sadistic or anything. All you have to do is accept reality and make the right choice," says Sasha, as the whip continues to cut through the air.However, even as she says it, the boy knows: she is loving every second of his suffering.Leon, despite his pain and anger, begins to ponder her words. A choice hangs over him, a choice that could shape the fate of the city and, perhaps, his own trajectory."What do you want from me, Sasha?" he asks, trying to keep his voice steady.Sasha gestures for the foreman to stop for a moment. Pain throbs in Leon's wounds as he waits for the answer."I want you to be my key player in this game. Help me with the plan I have. Others besides you have already agreed. But... They're old and not very agile. You're
Leon stares at the metal case with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The pain in his body seems momentarily forgotten as the promise of answers and justice is about to be revealed. He hesitates for a moment, feeling saliva run down his throat. Sweat collects on his forehead."Ready," he mutters in a hoarse voice, his gaze steady despite the vulnerability of his situation.The suitcase opens, revealing photographs, documents and a sealed envelope. Sasha watches with a satisfied smile as Leon examines the materials carefully. The images show faces, places and events that seem to fit the narrative she has constructed. Proof of the guilt of the person who ruined her life.Leon just blinks, the only sign of surprise he lets show.Then, before he can see any further, the woman closes and locks the case. She had barely had seconds to analyze everything."If you want to carry on investigating, kid, then you'll cooperate with me."In a string of voices, he asks:"How did you know that
A week had passed.A whole week, and his father hadn't shown up with a security team or police tactical forces to rescue him.Sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria of this place, whatever it was, since Leon didn't know where Sasha's headquarters were located, the boy sharpened a dagger.Training with melee weapons would begin in a few minutes.Still silent and unwilling to talk, Leon observed his surroundings.The others.Unlike the cruel foremen willing to hurt them whenever they looked like they were about to become a problem, the... "agents", as Sasha called them, were much younger and more likely to cooperate with each other.They ranged in age from eighteen to twenty-six, and the majority were male. The few women who took part were withdrawn, although Leon was sure that one or two stared at him when they were training.Everyone there had a story and a goal, although Leon didn't know exactly why each one was there, obeying the orders of that crazy, ornery woman who kept th
Two weeks had passed. Leon had been inside that insane place for almost a month, training exhaustively to do what he had to do, although he didn't know what or when. Sasha purposely avoided talking openly about what role he would play. After another day of exhausting training, Leon was alone in his makeshift quarters. The only light came from a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. He is surrounded by shadows that dance on the cold walls, echoing the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. The dagger, once sharp and shiny, now looks worn. Leon stares at it as if searching for answers in the worn blades. Someone's footsteps echo in the corridor. Leon stands alert, the dagger firmly in his hand. The door opens and, to his surprise, it's Alex. "I thought you were asleep," said the red-haired boy at length. The two had barely bumped into each other since that day, when Alex made it clear that he was willing to leave, without weighing up the cost to himself, or even to the others. Leon didn
His physical state must have been shocking, but he didn't care. His determination was greater than any pain or shame.Finally, after a tireless search, Leon spotted Alex talking to Brittany and Christina in a secluded corner of the complex. His friends seemed shocked to see him, but quickly ran towards him when they realized his sorry state."Leon! What happened to you?" asked Christina, horrified, as she examined her friend's wounds."It doesn't matter now," replied Leon, his voice firm despite the weakness that plagued him. "We need to act. We have to put an end to Sasha once and for all.""Is she the one who did this to you?" asked Alex, too quietly.He didn't answer.Not at all distressed, Brittany simply commented:"Maybe he didn't kill my father the way she wanted and was punished."Everyone went eerily silent."What did you say?""Why don't you ask him?! I'm sure he'll be able to explain it much better than I can. Right, Leon?"Leon just stared at Brittany, trying not to lose c
Fear was useless. Fear made people blind and deaf prey in a forest full of predators. Fear would get you killed.Even fully aware of this, however, Leon couldn't stop himself from feeling a shiver run down his spine when he heard Sasha's words. He knew he had no choice but to follow the thugs into the torture chamber. His heart was pounding in his chest as he walked, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.As he entered the chamber, he was greeted by a stifling atmosphere. The walls were a gloomy gray, and the instruments of torture hanging on the walls cast frightening shadows across the room. The last time he had been there, it had been to end his ex-girlfriend's life, but he had been interrupted at the last moment by Alex, who had decided to play the savior for some reason.Leon swallowed, doing everything he could to disguise the tremors coming from his hands and legs.The thugs tied him to a chair, binding his hands and feet so that he couldn't move. The boy took a deep
Leon felt paralyzed by Sasha's physical closeness and the intensity of her words. A mixture of repulsion and excitement overwhelmed him, leaving him confused and disturbed. He knew he couldn't give in to her manipulation, but at the same time, a part of him was intrigued by the idea of surrendering to the forbidden desire he felt."Don't do this," he said, his voice wavering as he tried to push Sasha away.But she didn't pull back, she just smiled predatorily, as if she were enjoying his discomfort."Why not, Leon? You know you want to. You've always wanted to," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Leon's spine.He fought against the attraction he felt for her, against the voice in his head that whispered that it would be easy to give in. But deep down, he knew he couldn't. He had to resist, no matter how hard it was."No. Enough. I won't give in to you," he said with more determination, pushing her harder and pulling away.The woman's expression quickly turn
The way back to HQ was ten times worse than the way to the country house.Not least because, as well as having other people's blood on his hands, Leon now knew that Sasha had personal connections with her mother's killer.Yes, she wanted him dead. But not for a second did the boy think it was out of a thirst for justice, or even pity. Sasha only thought of one thing: herself. And she didn't see anyone as people, but as tools.The thugs were silent, as always, and Leon wasn't bothered by them. He also knew it would be pointless to ask them anything.When they finally arrived, Leon went straight to Sasha's room, closely followed by the men.When he opened the door, he was surprised.Sasha was naked. And below her...Brittany. Also naked.Leon felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched the scene before him. His heart raced and a mixture of shock, disgust and anger overwhelmed him. He could barely process what he was seeing, but one thing was clear: this was a completely disturbing si
Leon felt as if his very soul had been torn from his body.Slowly, as if he feared that the reality around him would fade like cobwebs, the boy began to approach the picture.Then, trembling, Leon held the picture frame, still not believing his eyes.Yes, it was definitely her. But thinner, with a younger, happier countenance. As if the psychopathy and pleasure in other people's pain had not yet taken hold in her psyche.So Sasha also had personal connections with Brittany's father. With her mother's murderer.His hands were cold with fury, dread and incomprehension. The boy turned to the torn body behind him.Sasha knew what Leon wanted. Not only that, but she handed it to him on a platter so that he could get rid of it once and for all. Obviously she had no reason to care about his feelings.So, if Sasha had a grudge against that man, who would be a more perfect tool than Leon himself?Shaken, the boy, still holding the painting in his hands, walked out of the room towards the thugs
The men opened the door of the house and entered, closely followed by Leon. The interior was dark and silent, with only the dim light of the lamps illuminating the way. The smell of mold and abandonment hung in the air, creating an oppressive atmosphere around them."He's upstairs," said one of the men, indicating the stairs with a nod.Leon nodded and began to climb the steps, his heart hammering in his chest with every step. Closer and closer to his goal, he felt the tension building inside him, a mixture of fear and determination.Finally, they reached the top of the stairs and made their way down the corridor to a closed door. The men positioned themselves around it, ready to act if necessary, while Leon prepared to confront the man on the other side.With a final sigh, Leon turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open, revealing the dark interior of the room. The man, who had been snoring like a pig, was startled as he jumped out of bed."But what does that mean?"Leon stoo
At first, Brittany couldn't say anything. In fact, she couldn't even move.Then, when the air finally returned to her lungs, all she could say was:"No..." she whispered, her voice almost lost in the air.Leon stared at her, his eyes reflecting a cold, implacable determination."Yes," he replied simply, his voice calm and controlled."Leon, you can't do this," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "This isn't what your mother would want. It's not the path to justice."He looked at her for a moment, his eyes revealing a mixture of pain and suppressed anger."Let me get this straight. You think you have any right to talk about what my mother would or wouldn't want? Just you, a dirty little bitch who betrayed me all the time? Pretending to be a good Samaritan might even fool Alex and Christina, Brittany. But not me.""Leon, I... I know I made a mistake," she mumbled, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I know I have no right to talk about your mother, after everyt
"Hello, my darling."Wearing provocative clothes, Sasha stepped forward and lightly scratched Leon's cheek."How nice of you to show up.""What now?"The woman ducked her head, looking falsely hurt."My. What terrible manners you have... Have you forgotten what awaits you if you're unpleasant with me?""Are you going to punish me by making me have sex with you?"Sasha smiled."I know you loved it, kid."Leon wanted to give an answer, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even open his mouth.Taking advantage of the boy's silence, Sasha went back to her own desk and started going through some papers."I think you'll be happy with what I have for you today."The boy remained silent. The woman continued:"Your mother's murderer. You'll be able to see him today."Of all the things she could say, that certainly wasn't one he was expecting."What did you say?"She smiled."What didn't you understand?"More silence."Look at it as a courtesy. I said you could see him after everything was do
"Bombs?"Christina, with her arms crossed and her eyes slightly wide, didn't seem to believe Brittany's words."Exactly. She's placed them at key points in the city, and she intends to set them off, but I don't know when or how.""That's suicide. Sasha wouldn't make it out of the city in time, she'd die too."Alex, who was leaning against the iron door of Christina's dormitory, agreed:"That's true. But something in me says that Sasha's ego is the size of the world, and even if this plan is crazy, she must have some leverage to survive in the midst of the chaos.""So what should we do?" asked Christina."We should find out about the operation in minute detail. We're in the so-called second phase, as the bastard told us, which gives us only a short time before we move on to the third, which I believe is the execution of the explosions.""And how, exactly, are we going to do that?"The redhead sighed thoughtfully."We need to use Sasha's own strategy against herself."What do you mean?