Hell Can Be A Person
Nicolás patted his cheeks softly as one would a lover, his eyes directly gazing at the man who was tied to a concrete pillar looking at him with all of the pleas in the world, his eyes saying all of the things Sir Amante could never vocalize.
"A pleasure to see you, old friend." He said before yanking the tape over his mouth.
"I apologize for this," He nodded at the tape before flinging it away. "My men sometimes can be a little overboard."
"Black…"
"Are you fine? Have you been treated well?"
Sir Amante's eyes were wide with terror, unshed tears pooled in them.
He knew just as Nicolás did too that tonight held unimaginable horrors.
"Don't do this."
"Answer me, Amante. I asked you a question." Nicolás said with veiled patience.