A plate of spicy chicken and pasta was placed in front of him; Kyle wolfed the food down elegantly.
His face was flushed red from the heat, but he didn't stop. Instead, the more he ate, the more he enjoyed it. When only a few bites were left, he finally calmed down and began to savor the taste.
He leaned back on the chair with a content face and sipped some juice. After lazing around for a while, he got up and returned to work.
Viktor was on his fifth bag of blood, but he had stopped torturing the unfortunate souls. The people chained to the walls were new faces; the old ones had bored Viktor, so he buried them in the garden for flowers to have nutrients to bloom brighter.
He cleaned up the torture tools, using water pressure from the hose to wash the blood-stained floor, which drained away through the system.