Lonesome soul- Part 1

"Was it really necessary to go this far?" Warren asked with his hands folded against his chest while he leaned over the uneven wall.

"I think it is a very befitting punishment," Nicholas replied, his entire front which was splattered with blood. Not his blood, but the blood of the man who was in front of him.

The man had only one of his arm chained while the other was unchained as the lord had driven the old, rusted saw he had been holding through the man's forearm, decapitating the arm away from his body. It resulted in the blood spluttering over the ground and on the Lord's white clean shirt and on his face which he now wiped with his hand.

"Ahh!! Ahh! Argh," the half vampire suffered in pain at the loss of his hand.

"He looks to be in pain," the Lord then murmured seriously and the tortured vampire looked up in rage.