“What are you doing here?” Martin asked me as he pulled me out of the basement.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I followed him. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. I knew he was infamous for being ruthless, but not to the extent of tying up a man and beating him until he was bathed in his blood.
“What is going on down there? What did he do to deserve what you are doing to him? Why are you so cruel to a fellow human?” I rained questions on him, and he didn't even bother to answer one.
“Why are you here? Who told you about the basement?” He asked me, anger laced in his voice.
“Does that even matter right now?” I replied with a question.
I was scared and mad at the same time. I was scared of the victim of his actions, and I was mad at him for treating a fellow human like t
