The curling scream leaving Quintin’s lips could have caused anyone to quake in their boots, but Javier looked dispassionately at the screaming man in front of him instead. He glanced at the invisible warriors, noting that they had not moved. Thinking quickly, he used the chains in the room to secure Quintin. He did not want the warriors to finish him if he were to make the mistake of attacking him.
“Why are you screaming? I have not even begun,” Javier raised an eyebrow. He tilted his head to the side, his grey eyes following the trail of sweat on Quintin’s forehead. “The only thing I have done is warm up your blood, nothing more. Now are you ready to talk, or should I take this to the next level?”
“Screw you!” Quintin spat out. “My uncles would never let you do this to me!”
“Really?” J
