Just Revenge

Lord Frederick's POV

Walking into the basement, I saw Jordan tied to a chair, looking beaten and wounded. The room was dim and cold, making the atmosphere even more tense. My footsteps echoed as I approached him, and he slowly lifted his head to meet my gaze.

“Jordan,” I said, my voice low and threatening, “you've caused me a lot of trouble.”

He looked at me with a mix of fear and anger. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, his voice shaky.

I stepped closer, opening a leather case that Frank handed me. Inside were various sharp instruments. Jordan’s eyes widened in fear. I picked up a slender blade and ran it lightly across his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

“Why have you been troubling me?” I demanded.

He stayed silent, so I grabbed a pair of pliers and squeezed one of his fingers. He gasped in pain. “Last chance,” I warned.

“Alright, alright!” he finally cried out. “I’ll talk!”

I released the pliers and stepped back. “Start from the beginning,” I ordered.

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