Chapter 12. Partial Payback

Dominic

The thick chains hanging from the solid concrete walls filled the entirety of the room with synonymous sounds and the rhythm of the chimes. Only this time, this signified death and not serenity. It was likewise fucking calming to the Butcher's salivating demon.

Anyone who was observing him right this second would be mistaken by the way he carried himself.

Too jolly and too relaxed. A thin superficial layer concealing the devil within. The one who enjoyed playing with the blood of the enemies.

"So, which one would like to go first?" His dark chuckles made all the captives whimper in fear behind the black cloths covering every inch of their heads down to their shoulders. The fuckers had recognized his voice.

His amused gaze found a man in the same state, however, his back faced him. The prisoner's limbs quivered from the strain of the pulling chains.

Ah, the rat.

Specially bound for Tzar's amusement.

"Tsk. Tsk. D