Stop!
It was not me.
I could never betray you, Sir.
Please!
A voice of a man echoed in the dimly lit room. His cries of agony bounced onto the four brick walls surrounding the area. But it was not enough as one of the men standing before him grabbed his hands and spread his fingers on the table's wooden surface.
His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when he saw the butcher's knife. Then, he peed on his pants when the sharp, metallic object swung and stopped just on top of his fingers. He could probably guess what would happen next if he did not start talking.
"So, who paid you?" His head of security asked as he sat in the shadows, watching one of his former men tied on a chair under the bright light tremble in fear.
They had barely touched him, and he was already breaking down. No wonder his enemies had easily bribed him to betray him. Unfortunately for him, he was not good at his job.
