*** ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH ***
Back in my dungeon, I was pacing around while smoking my cigar with a growl emitting from me as it was overflowing with the miserable whimpering.
"W-We're so sorry, Sir, please forgive us... We won't do it again! Never! We are sorry!"
Akram's men were hanging upside down with their bodies bruised and hands tied behind their backs as blood flowed from their noses.
They were paying for their actions, they were warned already and now they would face the consequences.
"I warned you over and over again." I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment.
Everyone else was silent, exchanged worried looks as I gave them a befitting punishment. Though I intended to gouge those eyes out but realized they were my men, I still needed them to work for me.
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