CHAPTER110

　　Vayden

　　A satisfied smirk played on my lips as I stood in front of the imbecile I captivated. He looked pitiful—pathetic, even—to the point I almost wanted to kill him completely so that I could end his suffering. But I am not remorseful; instead, I glide the sharp point of the blade I was holding across the imbecile's throat, pressing it deeper and deeper as I went. Drops of blood flowed out and criss crossed his pale skin.

　　"How does it feel to see death in front of you, huh?" I whispered, making sure to breathe into his bloodied ear, driving my knife deeper into his skin. "Tell me, Sandreo."

　　The called man whimpered in response. The chains that held him captive in a metal chair jingled and rang out as his feet and hands struggled to fight the pain, muffled screams escaping his duct-taped mouth. I took the blade away, still smirking. I moved to yank the duct tape from his mouth to hear Sandreo scream, but my cousin, Rio, entered the torture chamber and interrupted me.