Benjamin looked at me, asking me silently to take the charge. It's funny how a Mafia leader is asking a hacker to interrogate and scare one of his— our prisoners. I rolled my eyes at him, making him grit his jaw in raw vexation. Then I turned towards our prisoner— Morty. Unlike the last time I saw him, while capturing him, he had grown visibly pale and thinner. His bones were getting more prominent now. His eyes red and tired. He didn't let out a single curse or spat any venomous daggers of words as he saw us. He seemed..... tired.
We had broken him.
Though his actions were farthest the most impure and sinner than the hell, itself. Seeing a person this lifeless made my skin to crawl with anxiety. His face held a few bruises, his eyes swollen from the pain and possibly the sleeping nigh
