I woke up the next day with less inconvenience. maybe because I won in yesterday table tennis tournament among a group of mafias players.ahn,it really felt nice to play after a very long time.i checked my phone to see Mr.Dante's schedule.it looks like he requested for all his plans for today to be cancelled for an emergency that was not mentioned.great,I can finally have a taste of the espresso they have in the kitchen.i dressed up quickly and wore a simple top and joggers then I went straight to the kitchen.
*A few moments later*
After making my espresso,I sat down in the nearest chair.i sniffed it first.yeah, smells like heaven I pulled the cup to my mouth an...."hey,mr.dante requested for everyone to be at the dungeon immediately" Alex said.arggggggghh, just when I was about to have a down time."but..I haven't even taken a sip"I said almost pleading."I'm sorry, it really urgent.mr.Dante would get impatient if delayed." Alex said."did something happen"I said cautiously."I don't know, let's go" Alex said pulling me up."fine"I said pushing him off me and standing up.after making sure he turned his head,I ran back to my espresso and took a huge gulp"*sigh*,what am I going to do with you"Alex said shaking his head."But it will go cold"I whined. he didn't reply just sent a glare to me that made me immediately keep my mouth shut and follow him.
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On entering,I saw a very pissed off Dante brutally beating the tattooed guy who was already obviously weak."*pow*why won't you talk you dimwit!!!" he said furiously."I will never tell you a single thing so it best you kill me" the tattooed guy said with a smile. mr.dante kicked him one more time before electrocuting him.there was a loud scream in the room.when he still didn't talk,Mr.dante grabbed a hammer"if you really won't talk then we would have to do it the hard way.it simple,if you don't talk I'll be forced to break each and every one of your bone,if you talk...lets just say a milder torture"he said with an evil smile plastered on his face.is that even an option?, I'd choose death if it was me.the tattooed guy had an horror look on his face but still won't talk, like he's mute or something. Mr Dante proceeded to do just how he said.as he was breaking his bone,the more shirk that was heard.there was fear in the room.i kinda felt pity for him he didn't really look like a bad guy,he might be huge with tattoos but something made him like that I wonder what pushed him to the edge to become what he is ...he must have desperately needed money. Another round of scream pushed me out of my thoughts. it was obvious that even like this, he was still holding a lot more scream he didn't want to let out in."Um, sir....I think we should stop"