Chapter 22
The room was filled with grunts of pain and cries begging for mercy. The smell of human waste disgusted me and only enraged me even more. It took long to find him, but I finally did. Jack Brue. "You think you're such a f*****g bad boy," I chuckled darkly as he dangled from the ceiling by his arms. His shoulder had dislocated and the bone was stabbing through his skin, "I'll show you who's the real bad boy," I smirked as I looked at my bloodied wrist that had his blood on it. "Do you know why you're here, Jack Brue?" I asked him as I casually walked to the other side of the dark room, picking up the chainsaw that was rusted and bloodied with previous victims guts. I turned to him, grinning as I heard him cry and beg for mercy, "mercy? No, I won't have mercy on you, Jack Brue. You f****
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