Untold Secrets

Leonardo

The screams of pain bouncing around the cement walls are getting a tad annoying.

Sometimes it sucks being the hacker and the enforcer. I really fucking enjoy hurting people, but tonight, I have no goddamn patience for this whiny asshole.

And normally, I have the patience of a saint. I know how to wait for what I want most.

But when I’m trying to get some real answers and the dude’s too busy shitting his pants and crying to give me a coherent response, I get a little testy.

“This knife is about to go halfway through your eyeball,” I warn. “I’m not even going to show you any mercy and shove it all the way through to your brain.”

“Fuck, man,” he cries. “I told you that I just went to the hotel a few times to drop off some packages. I don’t know anything about some fucking meeting.”

“So, you’re useless is what you’re saying,” I surmise, inching the blade toward his eye. He squeezes them shut as if skin that’s no thicker than a centimeter is going to prevent the knife from g