What Do You Have To Say In Your Defense?

With a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his lips, he extended his hand towards the door knob and turned it slightly.

With slow and firm steps, Adam walked inside the room with Blake in tow. The very moment the two men stepped inside, they couldn't help but scrunch their noses as the metallic odor of soiled blood wafted up their senses.

Adam's eyes wandered around the room which looked more like a torture cell with paint srapping off the walls at certain places and the eerie silence which lingered in the air. It wasn't that they couldn't get the paint fixed and get the walls tinted with a nice, mellow shade instead of the splashes of deep moron liquid. They wanted people to tremble with fear the moment they were brought to this room.