'He's crazy, but I guess they deserve it. How dare they kidnap my little bro.' Philip thought to himself as he watched the gruesome scene happening in front of him.
Both the intruders were no longer screaming now, they had screamed so much that they lost their voices in the process. The way Wilfred was unbothered by what he was doing made Philip realise he'd done this multiple times.
He noticed instead of a crazed look on his face, he wore an elegant saddened smile. He couldn't discern whether he was even enjoying what he was doing. But he was, Wilfred didn't want to be consumed by the demon within him, it was just his way of not forgetting his humanity.
His bag had all sorts of crazy tools, including ones to pump blood. To ensure the ones being tortured didn't die from blood loss.
'I've never seen someone so prepared to torture in my life.'
