CHAPTER 247

The sound of wailing filled the misty cold room. There was no proper ventilation area, all walls were closed and only those who suffered greatly under the great syndicate remained in their cells, tortured and starved.

Some were already rotting, while others had already developed several types of infection and are untreatable. Although it could be treated, who are they to get treated anyways?

The chains clanging, followed by loud groans coming from the three men they abducted personally since the last raid they did. It was fun chasing idiots and almost killing them just to play with their fear.

The satisfaction you get once their eyes meet yours, begging for forgiveness and to let them live as your eyes glow because death sparks in your eyes. It would scare the shit out of them which gains satisfaction.