In the dark, cold underground room groans of agony could he heard echoing through the hallways, a testament of the torment and torture that was happening within the walls.
As another cry broke out, Max's harsh tone resounded through the dark reverberating on the walls. "Be quiet. What a noise maker," he said his eyes staring at the man who was bleeding from every visible part of his body.
His accomplices have also been tired just like and before them, Alex sat with dagger in hand. Blood dripped from its edge adding to the ome already splattered on the floor but his eyes were expressionless and his face devoid of emotion.
This was not an interrogation but pure torture. They have taken the time to interrogate them had Alex not already known that Mrs Goldman was behind the incident. That only had saved him the trouble of having talk much. Now, he could just focus on making these bastards cry out in pain until they could no linger.
