/Reapers POV/
The man cried out in pain and tried to shove back, stumbling as he tried to stand but grunted and fell back on the floor with a thud. "P-Please, signor—" He quivered, hands barely lifting to join together, only being able to move his eyes and mouth at the gash of wounds littered across his body. "F-Forgive me."
"Antonio, shut the door, won't you?" The bodyguard standing by nodded his head before shutting the door and standing against it.
"Perfecto!"
"Don't struggle so much," Reaper clicked his tongue, pushing his hand forward, the claws jutting out and silver on his nails glinting, "You're not going to feel anything, and that's no fun for me."
"P-Please, we tried to....trust me, we killed those patrol guards just like you wanted to, signore."
Reaper sucked his teeth, l
