I hadn’t had to torture anyone in a while. But tonight, it felt kinda familiar. Like something buried deep in my bones was waking up again.
“How long has he been out?” I asked, my voice calm and detached.
Lucky shifted near the chair, his shadow stretching across the concrete floor. “Almost four hours, sir.”
“That’s enough sleep for now.”
He gave a short nod and motioned to one of the guards. A second later, a bucket of cold water splashed over the prisoner’s head. The man jerked violently, gasping, choking, his eyes snapping open like he’d been dragged straight out of a nightmare.
He blinked through the dripping water, breathing fast. “Wh...where am I?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, stepping out of the shadows. “What matters is what you tell me next.”
His gaze darted around the dim roo
