Somewhere in a dark underground cell...
Loud, chilling footsteps were heard as they hit the ground. Dark, sleek shoes hit the ground, making a clicking sound, which sent shivers down people's spines.
Out of respect and fear for the owner of the shoes, many of the men standing as guards bent their backs to the lowest in total submission.
Sweat dripped down some of their backs, while some shook visibly at the arua that emitted from this person.
Sounds of chains rattling in the background were heard, along with panic cries, as some of the captives inside the cells tried to move farther away from this same person.
Fear and horror were written on the faces of many. Some had been driven out of their minds just by looking at this mysterious person.
The sight of the dead bodies of cellmates and wastes filled the air, making this person frown in disgust.
An abrupt stop ensued from this person.
"Couldn't any of you at least try to clean those up?" A deep, chilly voice poured out, coming from the same person, as the same person gestured to the dead bodies lying recklessly on the floor.
"Do you all enjoy the nasty smell coming from this place?" The voice growled demandingly, eyes flashing a dangerous red.
Whimpers and all sounds made in the cells came to a halt at his voice, sending shivers down their backs.
No one dared make a sound or an attempt to move.
"Sorry sir, we will make sure to clean it up." In fear, a guard uttered.
"See to it that it is done shortly. I don't like repeating myself, and I don't like it when you beg either. " He threatened, his eyes flashing once again.
"Yes, sir!" The guard replied instantly, with all respect as he bowed his head in submission.
The clicking of his shoes once more told them all he had moved.
He stopped right in front of a cell, located in the darkest part.
Guards rushed over to open the gate for him. He walked into the cell, his head held high, with his huge frame bearly allowing him in.
As a filthy beaten-up man chained to the wall screamed, agonising screams echoed throughout the cell.
Torture devices were laid on a table in the corner and stood high and proud, reminding the man that it was only the beginning.
A new round of shouts came from him, as one of his toes was being pulled off by a plier.
The man's once white clothes were now a dirty crimson. His hair was sticking out from all corners of his head as he thrashed about, yanking the chains in an attempt to get away.
The scraping of a chair on the floor, being dragged out, put an end to the ongoing torture.
Looking up a young man on Google, made his way to the sitting man. His eyes brightened with excitement.
"Boss, you made it just in time." He mused.
"Hmm, it seems I did. Is he ready to talk yet? " The boss questioned playing with a lighter in his hands.
"Sadly, not yet, but very soon. I am working on it. He is a tough nut to crack, but I love it. " He gushed, his eyes dancing with a glint.
A dry laugh came out from the other end of the room. The chained-up man was laughing like a maniac, with a crazed look on his face.
"What is so funny?" The young man asked the laughing man before turning to his boss when he only got another laugh from the crazed man.
" Do you think I finally broke him? He was my best one yet. " The young man replied, as his eyes dropped a little in sadness.
"I don't think so, Luke." His boss called out, walking closer to the still laughing man.
He watched his boss walk over to the man before squatting right in front of him.
"Do you find something funny?" His boss asked rather calmly, with no emotion on his face.
"Yes," the man replied, a grin on his face. "You." He sneered before breaking into a new round of laughter, which resulted in a coughing fit.
Still, a calm look rested on his boss's face.
"Was that supposed to irk me?" His boss asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Marcos, when would you ever learn that things are not done only for you, and the world does not revolve around you?" The man said.
A smirk was present on his face when he noticed the twitch on Marcos's brow.
"How dare you!" Luke howled, sending a kick into the man's gut.
"You have no right to call the boss by his name!" He yelled, sending kicks down the man's body.
"Enough!"
As Marcos's voice called out, Luke's body jolted, sending a jolt down Luke's body as he froze.
With a frown on his face, Luke moved to the other side of the cell, sulking.
"You finally called off your boy toy. Tch, pathetic. " (The man) spat out in disgust.
Something flashed in Marcos's eyes, as he sent a death glare the man's way. He felt his blood boiling and his rage rising.
He was moments away from snapping the man's neck, but that would be an easy death. He wanted this man to suffer for all he had done.
He peeked from the corner of his eyes and saw how Luke had clenched his fists, his jaw clenched together.
"Peter, let me ask you a question," Marcos said calmly, his voice lower than normal, but he knew that everyone could hear him, due to their werewolf's abilities.
"Bastard! As if I'd ever want to respond to you. You and I both know you would force it right out of me. " Peter hissed as he glanced at Marcos with hate.
This time, it was Marcos who chuckled. "Pity, because I know the answer is going to come flying right out of your mouth."
Peter's body trembled in anger at Marcos's tone. "What have you done?"
"Awn. That's lovely, and I haven't even asked the question, yet I already got a response." A sparkle flashed in his eyes as he taunted.
"What the fuck did you do? Answer me. " Peter tugged at the chains in a rage.
"I think you got it wrong here, Peter. You have to answer me, not the other way round. "
"Just ask what you want to ask, bastard. The sight of you makes me sick." Peter said, throwing his head to the side.
"Say that word bastard again, and you will lose your tongue."
When he felt the hostility in his voice, Peter felt like cold water had been splashed on him.
"Now back to my question." Marcos continued when he saw the fear on Peter's face.
"What would you do to someone who murders someone you genuinely love?" Marcos asked, playing with the hem of Peter's shirt before letting it go.
Confusion danced in Peter's eyes, and his face pulled into a frown.
"Kill them or take revenge?" He answered unsurely.
"Then would you kill me for killing your wife?" Marcos asked with a devilish grin.
"W—what?" Peter was stunned. He felt all the colour in his face drain.
"You want me to repeat myself?" His eyes flashed in joy at the grim look on Peter's face.
"You are joking. R—right? It isn't true. Please tell me it isn't. Not my wife. " Peter yelled as he trashed about, tears running down his cheeks as he began to sob.
Seeing the state he put Peter in, Marcos stood to his feet as he began to walk out of the cell room, with Luke right behind him.
"No! Don't leave, tell me what you have done. " Peter shouted once he saw Marcos leaving. "Tell me where my wife is," he screamed after them.
"Wow, boss. Did you kill his wife?" Luke asked, his eyes shining in wonder.
"This is only the beginning of what I am going to do to him. When I am done with him, he would regret ever crossing my path, and pray for death, but he would never get it. " He said this with a smirk dancing on his lips.