Warning: 18+ brutal gruesome scene, mature content, skip if you aren't okay with bloodshed.
Lorenzo's POV.
Dread filled the air as I stepped into the red room, which had different restraints, s*x toys, bondage gears hung about it. I caressed the wipe making sure it was strong, the way I wanted it to be before I flung it to the side. Taking in the monochrome room.
The red room was just a name, it wasn't particularly painted in the color, although I would have, but it wouldn't give me the pleasure I wanted if blood splashed across it, I wouldn't see it dripping down, and it didn't sit just right with me.
With my back against the door, I took a proper glance at the monochrome room, satisfied with how it looked when a scream came through.
“ Let me go! Who exactly do you think you are?
