The room didn’t have much. Just the chains, a chair, and a table with various torture devices. It wasn’t much, but then again, did you really need much when you were torturing your victims?
“Good morning,” I say cheerily.
He lifts his head but doesn’t say anything. I doubt he can even see me clearly, given his eyes are swollen shut.
“You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this day,” I continue as I walk to the table. “It’s long overdue if you ask me, what’s your name?”
"Calvin,” he answers.
I feel Alec’s overwhelming presence, but I just ignore him. He didn’t matter at this point. No one mattered. Just me and the bastard that ruined my life.
"So, Calvin, what would you like me to start with?” I stop and look at him. “Should we start small and work our way up? Maybe start with a sm
