Castriel’s POV
“You don’t have to go ahead and disregard my effort like that,” Kieran smiled as he lit a cigarette, “he’s in the basement, let’s go.” He added.
Walking behind Kieran as he led the way to his basement and all I could feel was this surge of anger, I was thirsty and it sure as hell wasn’t for a drink.
I wanted to not only watch the culprit die, I also want to watch each and every one of them suffer as they breathed their last.
The urge to watch them bleed from different parts of their bodies as they scream out in pain was intense and it isn’t until I’ve seen it happen will I ever be truly satisfied.
Sighing, I pinched my nose when the stench of the basement hit me and I just knew that Kieran had taken torturing the life out of the men he caught seriously.
It was horrible
