Chapter 6

• Somewhere in a dark underground cell...
• Loud, chilling footsteps were heard as they hit the ground. Dark, sleek shoes hit the ground, making a clicking sound, which sent shivers down people's spines.
• Out of respect and fear for the owner of the shoes, many of the men standing as guards bent their backs to the lowest in total submission.
• Sweat dripped down some of their backs, while some shook visibly at the arua that emitted from this person.
• Sounds of chains rattling in the background were heard, along with panic cries, as some of the captives inside the cells tried to move farther away from this same person.
• Fear and horror were written on the faces of many. Some had been driven out of their minds just by looking at this mysterious person.
• The sight of the dead bodies of cellmates and wastes filled the air, making this person frown in disgust.
• An abrupt stop ensued from this person.
• "Couldn't any of you at least try to clean those up?" A deep, chilly voice poured out, coming from the same person, as the same person gestured to the dead bodies lying recklessly on the floor.
• "Do you all enjoy the nasty smell coming from this place?" The voice growled demandingly, eyes flashing a dangerous red.
• Whimpers and all sounds made in the cells came to a halt at his voice, sending shivers down their backs.
• No one dared make a sound or an attempt to move.
• "Sorry sir, we will make sure to clean it up." In fear, a guard uttered.
• "See to it that it is done shortly. I don't like repeating myself, and I don't like it when you beg either. " He threatened, his eyes flashing once again.
• "Yes, sir!" The guard replied instantly, with all respect as he bowed his head in submission.
• The clicking of his shoes once more told them all he had moved.
• He stopped right in front of a cell, located in the darkest part.
• Guards rushed over to open the gate for him. He walked into the cell, his head held high, with his huge frame bearly allowing him in.
• As a filthy beaten-up man chained to the wall screamed, agonising screams echoed throughout the cell.
• Torture devices were laid on a table in the corner and stood high and proud, reminding the man that it was only the beginning.
• A new round of shouts came from him, as one of his toes was being pulled off by a plier.
• The man's once white clothes were now a dirty crimson. His hair was sticking out from all corners of his head as he thrashed about, yanking the chains in an attempt to get away.
• The scraping of a chair on the floor, being dragged out, put an end to the ongoing torture.
• Looking up a young man on Google, made his way to the sitting man. His eyes brightened with excitement.
• "Boss, you made it just in time." He mused.
• "Hmm, it seems I did. Is he ready to talk yet? " The boss questioned playing with a lighter in his hands.
• "Sadly, not yet, but very soon. I am working on it. He is a tough nut to crack, but I love it. " He gushed, his eyes dancing with a glint.
• A dry laugh came out from the other end of the room. The chained-up man was laughing like a maniac, with a crazed look on his face.
• "What is so funny?" The young man asked the laughing man before turning to his boss when he only got another laugh from the crazed man.
• " Do you think I finally broke him? He was my best one yet. " The young man replied, as his eyes dropped a little in sadness.
• "I don't think so, Luke." His boss called out, walking closer to the still laughing man.
• He watched his boss walk over to the man before squatting right in front of him.
• "Do you find something funny?" His boss asked rather calmly, with no emotion on his face.
• "Yes," the man replied, a grin on his face. "You." He sneered before breaking into a new round of laughter, which resulted in a coughing fit.
• Still, a calm look rested on his boss's face.
• "Was that supposed to irk me?" His boss asked, tilting his head to the side.
• "Marcos, when would you ever learn that things are not done only for you, and the world does not revolve around you?" The man said.
• A smirk was present on his face when he noticed the twitch on Marcos's brow.
• "How dare you!" Luke howled, sending a kick into the man's gut.
• "You have no right to call the boss by his name!" He yelled, sending kicks down the man's body.
• "Enough!"
• As Marcos's voice called out, Luke's body jolted, sending a jolt down Luke's body as he froze.
• With a frown on his face, Luke moved to the other side of the cell, sulking.
• "You finally called off your boy toy. Tch, pathetic. " (The man) spat out in disgust.
• Something flashed in Marcos's eyes, as he sent a death glare the man's way. He felt his blood boiling and his rage rising.
• He was moments away from snapping the man's neck, but that would be an easy death. He wanted this man to suffer for all he had done.
• He peeked from the corner of his eyes and saw how Luke had clenched his fists, his jaw clenched together.
• "Peter, let me ask you a question," Marcos said calmly, his voice lower than normal, but he knew that everyone could hear him, due to their werewolf's abilities.
• "Bastard! As if I'd ever want to respond to you. You and I both know you would force it right out of me. " Peter hissed as he glanced at Marcos with hate.
• This time, it was Marcos who chuckled. "Pity, because I know the answer is going to come flying right out of your mouth."
• Peter's body trembled in anger at Marcos's tone. "What have you done?"
• "Awn. That's lovely, and I haven't even asked the question, yet I already got a response." A sparkle flashed in his eyes as he taunted.
• "What the fuck did you do? Answer me. " Peter tugged at the chains in a rage.
• "I think you got it wrong here, Peter. You have to answer me, not the other way round. "
• "Just ask what you want to ask, bastard. The sight of you makes me sick." Peter said, throwing his head to the side.
• "Say that word bastard again, and you will lose your tongue."
• When he felt the hostility in his voice, Peter felt like cold water had been splashed on him.
• "Now back to my question." Marcos continued when he saw the fear on Peter's face.
• "What would you do to someone who murders someone you genuinely love?" Marcos asked, playing with the hem of Peter's shirt before letting it go.
• Confusion danced in Peter's eyes, and his face pulled into a frown.
• "Kill them or take revenge?" He answered unsurely.
• "Then would you kill me for killing your wife?" Marcos asked with a devilish grin.
• "W—what?" Peter was stunned. He felt all the colour in his face drain.
• "You want me to repeat myself?" His eyes flashed in joy at the grim look on Peter's face.
• "You are joking. R—right? It isn't true. Please tell me it isn't. Not my wife. " Peter yelled as he trashed about, tears running down his cheeks as he began to sob.
• Seeing the state he put Peter in, Marcos stood to his feet as he began to walk out of the cell room, with Luke right behind him.
• "No! Don't leave, tell me what you have done. " Peter shouted once he saw Marcos leaving. "Tell me where my wife is," he screamed after them.
• "Wow, boss. Did you kill his wife?" Luke asked, his eyes shining in wonder.
• "This is only the beginning of what I am going to do to him. When I am done with him, he would regret ever crossing my path, and pray for death, but he would never get it. " He said this with a smirk dancing on his lips.