Inside the cell, Richard howled as Stanley plucked another one of his nails, leaving him bleeding profusely.
Ever since the man was moved into the cell, Stanley had been eager to demonstrate his new tools on him. The acknowledgment from Kalix to take charge of the man filled him with enthusiasm. However, as the torture continued, his excitement also heightened.
Disregarding his pleas, Stanley was on the verge of grasping his hand when the cell door swung open.
"Stanley, stop," Kalix's commanding voice halted him immediately.
Rising to his feet, Stanley brushed the blood from his clothes and studied Kalix's icy stare. Not once did he show remorse for torturing the man until he bled. However, it did leave an impression of him being merciless to the person standing next to him.
Winter, standing behind Kalix, gazed incredulously at Stanley. For her, he looked no less than a grim reaper ready to peel the skin off the man he laid his eyes on.
