VIKTOR
3 days later
“Please...stop....”
The gasping, hoarse voice rang like a piece of f*****g music in my ears as I watched the man tied to the chair begging for his pathetic life. Naked, beaten, broken, bloodied...and so f*****g weak.
I sat on a chair across the room—leaned back and relaxed with my leg over the other knee and savoring on Samuel Vittelo’s screams and cries. This was probably the fifth day since he was captured by us...five f*****g days of pure torture.
Torture, painkiller, repeat.
Whenever he was about to pass out, he was nursed back and then inflicted with more pain. This technique not only f****d his body, but it f****d his mind as well—driving him to point of insanity.
Dominic, Aurora, Christian, Lorenzo, Luca, Matteo...every one took their turn, one by one, ven
