(Grant)
***Trigger Warning for violence and themes of torture***
"Wake them up." I stated cooly, feeling the cigarette dangling from my mouth while I rolled up my sleeves.
I watched Peter lift up the bucket of ice water, not even hesitating as he threw it against the three men tied to chairs in front of me.
Each one woke up with a gasp.
"Time to wake up, gentlemen." My voice bounced off of the cement walls, making the men start to jerk in their chairs, trying to get free.
Their mouths were gagged, and their hands and feet were tied to the chairs. Oh, they were also stripped down to their underwear. This is how my father taught me to do it. The scene before me was so f*****g familiar, I swear I'd seen it a hundred times before.
I can't say how many there were in the past, but it w
