Warning: Contains Extreme Violence.
March 9th, 2017.
The next morning, the whole house gathered downstairs, waiting to see what I would do to Xue. Before I got in, I picked Nicholas to come with me. I would need an extra set of hands if I wanted to extract the information I needed from him in record time.
"Set up the picana and do not say a single word, under any circumstance, am I clear?"
He nodded.
We got in and I observed Xue for a few seconds before stepping into the light.
"Good morning." I said.
"This is a joke. If you call this torture then you and your cartel are a joke." He started.
"It got you prepared, didn't it?" I said, folding my sleeves.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're irritated..." The bright lights kept him awake, the sound of dripping water constantly hitting his head was meant to annoy him, "...and you're wet." I turned the water off, it had served its purpose.
As if on cue, Nicholas wheeled the equipment out.