The old man has a tight-fist...

Where should I start from?" he tilted his head at a fifteen-degree angle and eyed both Mia and Kevin.

"Eeny"

"Meeny"

"Miny"

"Or Moe" he laughed devilishly.

"ROT IN HELL" Mia mouthed as the iron rod was just at an inch's distance from her face.

"Oh, baby! Trust me, I have a premium there." the old man winked at her. "You know, I don't like this" his eyes scanned the rod. He pressed his lips and threw the rod on the ground. With one swift movement, he took out a whip which was fastened around his waist as a belt. “Yess!” his eyes glittered. “That’s my favorite.”, with an utterly slow pace he wrapped the whip around his right hand’s fingers. His eyes were beholding the black leather beast.

Mia's mouth dried up. Her eyes were glued to the whip.

"You remember this, Don't you?" a pleased smirk appeared on his face. "Now, let's relive those moments. I will whip the skin from your bones and you'll beg for mercy." his malevolent eyes were fixed on her.