Keres

Anai'ya's face was twisted into a malevolent expression. Regardless of the ugliness of her expression, her face became even more beautiful. Such a twisted dark nature with ethereal beauty earned her the name Siren. She was known as the gold-eyed siren of the underworld. The few who had the privilege of seeing her face had decided this was the name best suited for such a person.

She straightened her back and crossed her legs once more. Looking like a Queen despite the poor conditions of the room.

"Luke. Martin." She called out.

Two sturdy men immediately appeared at the entrance of the room. Their tall figures blocking out the sunlight, plunging the room into darkness.

"Yes, boss?" They asked in unison.

"Prepare transport to Keres' place." Her cold voice instructed. Both men bowed their heads before disappearing.

After hearing the name she spoke, the man on the floor fell into despair. This Keres person was no longer of sound mind, he was less than human. His mind was twisted in more ways than one, he was an escapee of an Asylum. He derived pleasure from torturing people, it was his source of happiness. He was incredibly dangerous and volatile. Even the strongest of her people avoided him like the plague. His mind had been corrupted by the medication administered to him for years at the facility: his intelligence level had been reduced to that of a child's. A sinister bloodthirsty child.

His methods of torture were extremely inhumane. The only reason he had managed to retain his body in one piece was that Anai'ya wanted to keep him alive for whatever future plans she had.

After the first two years of being held captive, Anai'ya no longer came to interrogate him by herself, she brought the boy with her. She had discovered his secret love of torture and decided to put him to good use. She taught him how to properly torment a person, how to hurt them to the brink of death but not fully kill them-when necessary. Sharpening his skills with every victim he became known as Keres but with the ability to kill. He delivered violent deaths to his victims and his soft feminine features often had people confuse him with a woman.

She had found him dying on the street and brought him back to the base. She had saved his life and in his child-like mentality, she was like a mother to him. The saddest part was that he chose the wrong person to be his mother figure. She encouraged his twisted behavior instead of helping him get better. It was like the blind leading the blind. What a twisted mother and son pair they made.

Anai'ya watched the man tremble in fear after hearing Keres' name. She knew what kind of man he had become after being held captive for so long, she knew that his resolve had been broken. Not wanting to ruin the goods, she used his name to scare him into revealing the truth. Death was still too early for him, she needed him in one piece for the time being.

She was at odds with herself because on one hand, she was extremely pissed, she hated when people lied to her and she wanted to teach him a lesson. On the other hand, it was still too early to let Keres lay his hands on him: Keres really hated this man because he knew what he had put her through and he wanted nothing else but to torture him to death.

Her loudest inner demon was telling her to screw the plan and rip the man to shreds until nothing was left; he deserved it after what he had done to her, all these years of keeping him prisoner would never amount to the debt he owed her. He even had the audacity to lie to her again, it was evident he hadn't learned his lesson. Her mind was in turmoil between choosing patience or pleasure.

She continued to sit there in silence, her expression was dark and her eyes burned with anger. Her bloodlust grew thicker by the minute. She watched him sit there with his head hanging low not speaking a single word.

He would rather be tortured than beg her to let him off by telling her what she wanted to know. That small spark of stubbornness that remained inside of him made her hands itch.

"Is it worth it?" She asked him.

Silence.

"Is this secret worth dying for?" She asked again.

Silence.

Her eye twitched, a cold smile emerged on her lips.

"Very well. As you wish."

I'll let Keres break that stubbornness.