Chapter 71 - No One Crosses The Cross

Mayor Burnley opened his eyes to feel his hands cuffed far apart from each other, chained to the roof, his body suspended above the ground with his legs chained to the same ground. He struggled, pulling at the cuffs in a bid to free his limbs but all to no avail.

He looked around the room he was chained in. It had a red theme with a number of metal tables and glass wall-cabinets lying around. Several crude weapons and modified vocational tools laid on the tables and different knives of varying lengths, shapes and colors hung inside the glass wall-cabinets.

If he was just an innocent Mayor who only knew of the regular society, he would have been oblivious to the purpose of these weapons and tools he saw around. But given his corrupt nature and the vices he engaged in, he knew differently. He was well informed on such things. He even had one place just like this.

He knew what he was chained in. A torture room. And given the familiar voice he had heard before he passed out, he knew just