30| Sadistic

Placido knew when to act right, and it was mostly when Senna was around. His boss didn't have the time for small talk or the sort. All he wanted was for you to go to the fucking point.

Placido nodded immediately and led Senna toward the small room adjoining the larger one. It was dark and musty, mostly used to store stuff, but she was here now, blindfolded and hands and feet tied to a metal chair with jute ropes.

Senna smiled, and Placido came over with a revolver in his hand. He was about to hand it over to Senna, who glared at him.

"You're here again," Amanda began in a light tone. It infuriated him that she could keep her cool no matter the odds. It reminded Senna of himself. "Senna fucking Black. Ironically, you would want to kill me yourself."

"Indeed," Senna replied coolly and walked over to her. He pushed the blindfold from her face, revealing her gray orbs. Those were the eyes she had used to capture him. Those eyes and that body.

Fucking snake, he thought to himself. He had h