"Por favour, deje de! Lo ruego por favour! "
Maria watched the guard take out the knife from her hostage's thigh as he begged to be set free, the bloody man's screams filling the ears of everyone present. She watched it all from the darkness, her blazing eyes cold and a heart like a stone.
A lot of people would say she had changed, that she was once an angel, but there were parts of her that would forever remain the same. She would never torture or involve the innocent. But this man was far from innocent.
"Tell us where your bosses are and this will end," Maria restated for the hundredth time that day, but sighed with frustration when he remained silent.
The bloody guard looked towards his boss with confirmation and she gave a single nod. A heavy lump rose in her throat threatening to come out, but her demeanour was reticent as ever.
