In that dim place where the blood has dried because many informers and traitors have passed by and been killed, in that room there is an innocent, hardworking man, a good father who never hurt anyone, he and His greatest enemy of freedom is before him, in the company of others, eager to inflict pain, fond of hurting, striking and killing
Hadrien stood in the middle of that armored room, Cris in front, and the other three glared at him with hate, but smiled so wickedly that his victim's knees were shaking.
Chris approached his most hated victim, cornered him against a dirty, smelly wall, squeezed his face in his hands, and said in a sarcasm
- My dear Hadrian hahahaha what's the matter with you? Are you... shaking? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hear you great man great mr collins ha ha ha trembling he is afraid, are you going to cry Hadrian? Hahaha
