Lucians POV
“Please!!! PLEASE…!!!” Branson screamed desperately, his sobs mixed with the soft melody of 'Amélie' in the background as Lucian stood next to his table of tools, contemplating his next choice.
Lucian had removed his shirt as he usually did, to avoid getting it drenched in bodily fluids.
“Oh…?” Lucian picked up a bloodied guillotine and an imported cigar from a box on the table. The same guillotine, Lucian had used to remove a good number of the man's fingers and toes.
Lucian casually made his way over to the front of the table that Branson was currently bent over as three of Lucian's men took turns making the man's miserable life a living hell from behind him.
“That line sounds so incredibly familiar…” Lucian placed a hand to his chin, casually leaning on the side of th
