Elia
''Do I need to ask you twice?'' I ask.
The man coughs out blood before glaring up at me—his eyes filled with hatred and revenge but I continue to look deeply into his eyes, not giving a damn. Both of his hands are tied at the back of the chair as he is being tortured; giving him endless pain. It bothers me most when I ask questions and they start responding like s**t so due to that, I give them pain.
''f**k you,'' He replies through gritted teeth before he continues to clench his jaw. I look at him with anger raising in my eyes but I keep calm, trying to get answers out of him but he keeps on being stubborn. My patience has its limit and if ever cross it, I might do worse than this.
''That's the thing, you can't.''
As I crouch down to his level, I let out a smirk before running
