A Mission To Save Her

Vladimir's POV in third person

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" A man howls in terrified agony. Sounds of bones splintering, ricochet throughout the walls of a drab room. "Please!!"

Like a demon of perdition, looms over him a raven black-robed figure. His face was obscured by a silver mask, with the exception of analytical blue eyes assessing his prey below.

The wounded man shrieks as another one of his fingers are fractured by the brutal force of black-gloved hands. "Please!!!!"

Gradually the hooded-robed figure straightens and glides to a far corner. His victim wails over the lurid sight and sensation of his broken hands. Apprehensive seconds later, the robed figure returns to his prey. Under the flickering lights, a gleam of silver flashes in a black-gloved hand.

His victim's eyes widen in horror when he notices the butcher's knife. Body rendered immobilized by ropes, the wounded man's attempts to scoot away on the putrid floor fail. "No! Please don't!! Please!"

Seeps from under the