Chapter 116
- Marco
- The stench in the basement tickled my nostrils. It was mold, sweat, blood, piss, and a strong stench. It was everywhere, but I had gotten used to it. I’ve been down here too many times in the last few days.
- The two bastards tied to the chairs in front of me had gone silent, one already slumped over with his face swollen and purple, the other still glaring up at me like he had something to prove.