Pain

Lucy

Armando and I made our way to the torture room. As soon as we stepped in, my anger surged through. I saw him. He was already tied to a chair.

The torture room was so big it could contain even the maids I saw there. The girls were tied and were made to sit on the floor.

Some were already crying. The others already had dry eyes but distraught looks in them. One could tell the crying ones had been at it for long now.

But they were not why I was here. It was the man who had betrayed my trust when I had gone to him for help.

“We meet again, Dr. MacKennan.” There was always an empty chair in scenarios like this so I dragged a nearby one towards me and took a seat opposite the quiet man.

“What do you want?” He asked, his stare held defiance.

“Well, someone has developed quite the spine.” I said in my coldest tone.

“I don’t care what you do to me. I’m relieved that my family is safe.” He retorted.

“You bastard!” Armando growled and before I could see it coming, he breezed past me and lan