His men nodded, their faces with a grin, as they dragged Dixon away.
Axel's eyes gleamed with malevolent pleasure, knowing that his nightmare was only just the beginning.
The haunted room more like a torture chamber was a dark, dimly lit room with stone walls and cold, grey floor. Various instruments of torture lined the walls, each designed to inflict maximum pain and anguish.
The room seem to whisper tales of unspeakable horrors, its walls absorbing the screams and tears of those who had suffered within its confines.
Those who enter this room leave the room in a lifeless body which means dead and those who are lucky enough leave the room partly dead.
Some call him a Devil that shows no mercy on his prey.
After informing them on what to do Axel left the basement and went to his office.
…..
Fiona sat alone in their house, with her eyes fixed on the door, her mind racing with thoughts and worries. She tried calling his number but didn't seem to go through.
He had stormed out, leaving her alone with only tears and regret.
She had waited through the long sleepless night, waiting for him to return home.
A man impeccably dressed and poised stood at the doorstep of Dixon's house, clutching a folder containing the necessary documents.
His expression was a mask of professionalism. He moved closer, ringing the door bell.
Fiona unsuspecting, cheerful, answered the door, expecting it to be her husband. But when she saw another man she was, surprised.
"Hello ma'am", the man began, his voice was firm but polite. "My name is Adrien and I present Mrs Tamara, the new owner of this property.
Fiona's confusion turned into alarm as Adrien continued, her words dipping with a sense of inevitability.
"Mrs Tamara has instructed me to inform you that you have five days to vacate the house.
The property has been sold, and she wants the house to be empty by the end of this week"
Fiona's eyes widened in shock, her mind racing with questions and protests. But Adrien remained steadfast, his expression unyielding.
"I'm afraid it is not negotiable, ma'am. Mrs Vitale has made it clear that she will not tolerate any delays. You have five days to pack your belongings and leave the house".
With that, Adrien handed Fiona a folder containing the legal documents and left.
"Argh Tamara I have had enough, I won't spare you this time"
….
Later in the night
Tamara wore a chef's coat, her hair perfectly styled as she prepared a feast to welcome her uncle.
The aroma of Seafood paella with saffron and smoked Paprika wafted through the air.
The butler assisted with the final preparation, pouring glasses of exquisite wine and setting the table with impeccable taste.
As the doorbell rang, she went to open the door for him herself.
Seeing her Uncle she smiled but she was also suprised to see Axel standing beside him.
She moved closer, extending her hands to hug him. "Uncle, it's so wonderful to see you!" she exclaimed.
Gabriel responded with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes "Same here my dear", he said.
As they sat down, he took the first bite and closed his eyes, savoring the flavors. "Mmm, this is exquisite," he murmured, his eyes opening to meet Tamara's gaze.