The dungeon was filled with the smell of sweat, blood and human feces.
The sound of a dull thud echoed off the stone walls—flesh against flesh, bone against bone.
Leonardo’s fist collided with Emiliano’s jaw again, slamming the doctor’s head to the side on the wall. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, mixing with the sweat and saliva pouring down his face. His arms hung limp from the chains above, his shoulders dislocated, his once-white shirt soaked with blood.
Another punch. This one to the ribs. A sickening c***k followed.
Leonardo was breathing hard, sweat clinging to his temples, his knuckles split, raw and bloodied. But he didn’t stop. He couldn't stop.
“You touched the one person you shouldn't have,” he said, voice cold, venomous. “You knew about the poisoning yet pret
