(SERGIO)
The basement of the club is sparse and musty. There isn't much down here to speak of, except for a few chairs and a table. There is a metal storage box at the corner that houses equipment that is needed when working with unwilling captives. Much as I don't like to have meetings outside the castle, these aren't the kind of men that I need anywhere near my home. Especially now that Ivanna is there.
Two men are strapped to the chairs. Their eyes burn with hatred, but I can sense fear emanating off them too. They certainly know that they will die here tonight. And it won't be an easy death.
