When I push the door to the room, we find the man hanging from the ceiling. His hands tied up with silver chains.
The room didn’t have much. Just the chains, a chair, and a table with various torture devices. It wasn’t much, but then again did you really need much when you were torturing your victims?
“Good morning” I say cheerily.
He lifts his head, but doesn’t say anything. I doubt he can even see me clearly given his eyes are swollen shut.
“You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this day” I continue as I walk to the table. “It’s long overdue if you ask me, what’s your name?”
“Calvin” he answers.
I feel Alec’s overwhelming presence, but I just ignore him. He didn’t matter at this point. No one mattered. Just me and the bastard that ruined my life.
“So Calvin, what would you like me to start with?” I stop and look at him. “Should we start small, and work our way up? Maybe start with a small knife?”
“I’ll talk” he rushes to say.
Sighing, I turn to Alec and say casually, “I’m disappointed. I love it when they fight me. It gives me more of a thrill to break them and see their spirit die within them.”
Alec looks at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. And maybe I did. He broke me in that dungeon three years ago. I doubt I’ll ever been able to mend myself back together. Yeah, take a look, bastard, this is what you turned me into.
“Please, I’ll talk,” Calvin whimpers like the little weak fucker he is. “I’ll tell you anything you need to know.”
Alec doesn’t waste time. “What did Sadie offer you to drug my drink?”
“What do you mean?” I ask as I step forward, and stand next to Alec who, by the way, looked like he was having a mini-panic attack.
“I never saw her face. All through our dealings, when we first met and when she gave me instructions, she had her face covered with a veil. It was weird honestly, but what was even weirder was her scent. You smell like summer. Floral, fresh and warm. She smelled like death. Cold, dark and absolutely terrifying.”
Werewolves can mask their scents and become untraceable. What we can't do is alter it. Alec knows this.
“She was a rogue?” I push since Alec looks lost.
“No” Calvin answers. “But she was something else entirely. I’m not sure what she was, but I could sense her strong power and aura”
He tries to move, probably seeking a comfortable position. Too bad there isn’t. I’ve been here before, so I know that no matter what he tries he won’t find a comfortable position.
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