51. Devon.

The air in the dimly lit room hangs heavy with tension. The faint hum of an overhead light echoes the pulse of impending confrontation. My gaze remains fixed on Zachary; my face expressionless despite the rage brewing in me. Across from me, bound and bruised, Zachary seethes, his eyes blazing with anger.

A subtle smirk starts playing at the corner of my lips. "We meet again, Zachary. Hello there," I mutter as I watch him. He wheezes, trying to move in his seat but groaning as he does so, in obvious pain.

"You bastard!" He growls, glaring at me. "You did this to me!" He yells, and I nod, leaning back in mine.

"You're right. I did this to you. But that's because you deserve it," I answer, my voice as calm as ever. He glowers at me, snarling.

"You. I'm going to kill you," he growls, tensing all over his body.

"You're going to have to stand up from there first," I reply, adjusting my glasses. Enraged, he starts to hurl insults, but I just stare at him, unperturbed. I watch as Zachary's to