(Author's POV)
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~~~~~~~~ .... AaaaaaAAAAa~~~ …. AAAAaaaaAA~~~~"
"ARGGHHHHH~~~~~ UGGHHHHH~~~~~ ..."
A dark figure, seated on a velvet chair, waved his hand to stop. He, languidly, glanced down at the two bloodied persons, a male and a female, who were screaming and howling on the floor. They have been racked, tormented pitilessly, using different methods.
The woman, who was barely able to keep her eyes open, looked at the figure and, with a laboured, painful voice, spoke, "Wh~o~ … who ar~e you~? Wher~e is my~ … b~oy? Where is Nig~el? Wha~t ha~ve you~ … d~one to him?" The tremor in her voice was agonisingly terrifying. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CHILD?"
The person standing next to the figure spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, "Mrs. Zara Long, your son, Nigel Long, had betrayed you and your husband."
"Be~tray~ …. wh~at do you~ mea~n, betray?" she spat, confusion etched on her bruised face.
