Alexander
The deadly silence that filled the small room with the smell of blood reminded me of the time I would torture those bastards that killed my parents. How I made them wail, beg for forgiveness and asked me to kill them just to end their suffering.
It was almost the same tonight, except that the one who took my role was no other than Victoria.
I calmly remained arms crossed, staring at my close friend whose head hung loosely from his body. Blood trickled from every inch of his body.
The state he was in was something close to the kind of torture I did. Skinned from his back and stomach, purple bruises covering his face, a finger missing in his hands.
It was almost the same method I used.
“You should return to your fiancée,” he mumbled in a hoarse voice.
I eyed him as he kept h
