Chapter 49: Interrogation

[Third Person’s Point of View—Nikolai]

“Did he talk yet?” Nikolai queried as he strode through the room which was lit only by a single bulb and reeked of blood and urine, among other unpleasant odors that one would prefer not to describe.

“Not yet, boss,” Akim replied, setting down the pair of pliers he was holding—still dripping with thick crimson liquid and bits of flesh that clung to the rust-crusted metal.

“Hmm,” a low rumble resounded on Nikolai’s chest as he veered his eyes towards the man seated on a wooden chair whose legs and hands were bound. Blood beading down from his mouth and nose, his eyes blackened from recent bludgeoning, his face almost distorted beyond recognition with some of his teeth missing, broken, and chipped.

He’s awful to spare a stare, but in Nikolai’s eyes, he looked like a magnificent piece of artwork chiseled by violence and power.

Akim took a step aside, making way for Nikolai to step closer toward the suffering man. His chest heaving, barely holding o