38: Torture

Fling off his upper coat, Damien wadded up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, his black pants hanging perfectly on his waist and his feet were covered with well-polished black leather shoes. His feet were clangorous, hefty steps echoing throughout the building as he walked towards his secret basement.

It's about time he played a little. 

Reaching the lowest floor of his mansion, one of his men guarding the door opened it for him and he ostentatiously made his way in. Archer and Ichabod were waiting for him with a chair between them and a little table that had his tools. Elegantly,  he sat himself down, three empty chairs a few meters before him.

"Bring them in" he ordered in a deep husky and grim voice.

Without wasting any second, the door opened and three of his men walked in with three other people, a sack over their heads and a rope tied tightly around their wrist from behin