255. Lorenzo
The room was suffocating with the scent of blood, sweat, and something else: fear. I loved it when my victims showed fear because that meant that they realised that I was the absolute.
Liam’s ragged breaths echoed against the stone walls, his body trembling as he hung suspended in the air, arms bound above his head. His feet barely touched the cold floor, and I could see how exhaustion weighed down on him. Dried blood crusted over his forehead, his shirt torn and soaked in sweat. He had been here for two days now. Two days of suffering, waiting, and dreading what was to come. But they all knew how it would end. They just didn't know when.
And I was going to make sure he regretted every second of the days he betrayed me. I loved milking their life out then slowly and made s
