Author's POV
The air was thick with tension. The scent of blood spread around the basement walls as screams tore through those walls, but they barely managed to escape the darkness of the basement.
“Please… please, I’m sorry…” The man’s desperate pleas were cut off by his own scream as Vincent pressed the hot red iron rod hard against him.
Adrian, standing beside them, observed everything with a cold gaze, as those horrible screams did not affect him not even a bit as he threw another heated metal rod toward Vincent.
Vincent caught it effortlessly, the red-hot tip glowing.
Vincent stepped forward, slow and dangerous, creating a living fear inside the victim.
The man tied up on the chair thrashed desperately, his wrists brushing against the rope as red liquid emerged from his skin. H
