MASSIMO
I strode through the dimly lit corridors, my footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls with one aim, to instill fear in the one I came here for. A number of my favourite guards are following behind me, their presence almost unnoticeable. I trained them myself, and they are my best. They could be in the same room with a person and they would not be noticed until their knives are deep in the person's throat, draining them of life.
I approached the door to my favourite room,the torture room, and I smile. My whole demeanor is calm and collected and not even the best psychologist would be able to read what's going through my head right now.
A guard steps forward to open the door and I walk into the room. Tbe familiar scent of sweat, fear and piss wafted out, mingling with the metal
