Chapter 155: Torture
It’s hard for anyone to understand what it’s like to be in his position, every time he walks inside a basement.
For someone who tortured people for a living he still foundit hard to walk inside basements.
With trembling hands, Damien fumbled for the key to the basement and finally unlocked the door. As he descended the stairs, the heavy scent of mold and dampness overwhelmed him, making him feel queasy.
Once he reached the bottom, the sound of his own footsteps bounced off the concrete walls, mingling with the constant drip of water from the leaky pipes.
His chest tightened as he took in his surroundings, feeling trapped and alone in this desolate space.
As he approached the iron door, a sense of dread washed over him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.
He took a moment to compose himself, trying to quell the nerves that were threatening to overwhelm him.
He finally managed to steady himself enough to unlock the door, revealing the source of the red glow that emanates from within.
He tried to push thoughts of Beatrix out of his mind, knowing that she couldn’t be here for what’s about to happen. He wished he could show her what he was about to do to the one who dared to hurt her.
He took a deep breath and hit play on the CD player, letting the music filled his ears and soothe his frayed nerves.
He flexed his hands and stretched his neck, readying himself for what’s to come. He was about to unleash the monster underneath him.