Chapter 1:-The Syanancia

There were sirens wailing in the background.

An arson it was or I might say a forest fire had occurred.

Firebrigades were hovering Over the entire forest range. A place that was not yet in the range of the fire but was about to.

There was a small Cottage.

A muffled voice. "Hmph! Hmph!"

A man in bloodstained shirt struggled to scream through a cloth tightly wrapped around his mouth. Blood was dripping down from his forehead toward his swollen eyes.

"You wanna check out what he's trying to say?"

"Sure. "

The other man who was dressed in a uniform that looked like it belonged to the army marched up to the man tied to a chair. His tall, menacing silhouette casted a shadow over him.

" Oh so now you've decided to speak?" He removed the cloth tied to his mouth.

The man coughed up blood, struggling to gather his breath, looked up at the soldier with pure angst in his eyes.

"Why-why are you doing t-this!

And do you really think that i am gonna tell you anything? Not till my last breath!"

"That's an incredible idea! Why don't we just ask your dead body then?" the soldier

Said with excitement. He inched closer to the man with a clipper in his hands.

He pulled out the man's arms from behind and held it in a tight grip, almost too tight.

Slowly, he started to clip off his nails. One by one. Blood splashed across his porcelain face, As he licked it off his lip.

The tied up man screamed in horror. The pain jolted throughout his entire body as he struggled to get out of the soldier's grip.

He wailed, cried loudly. Too loud. But then he realised that this was in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh don't worry, Nobody can hear you for miles." Snip, snap he pulled out another one off his hands till there were none left.

"AAAghhh!! H-help somebody goddammit !! Aagghh!!". The man screamed at the top of his lungs. The pain, so unbearable.

As the soldier cackled with joy and was starting to move towards his toenails a sudden voice interrupted him.

"Hey. Hey! Stop" He shoved Vincent aside. Vincent, with an annoyed look on his face steeped aside leaving the man in a bloody mess. The other soldier walked towards him holding a frame in his hands. He held the chair and leaned towards him

"So, this is your wife right right?"

The man looked at the photo frame the soldier held in front of his eyes with pure horror.

" P-Please I'll tell you everything but Don't you DARE T-touch her I-I beg you!! He begged.

The distant sounds of Sirens wailing slowly faded.

" You knew that threatening him with his family was the most efficient right? Then why did you torture him to that extent"

Vincent looked at him smiling, "where's the fun in that? His face was priceless! Hahahahaha! Come on! chill out. It's not like I killed him or something."

Did he? The man was lying dead in his cottage. Foam coming out from this mouth. He was holding the photo of his wife near his heart.

Their jeep disappeared into the Bright lights of the City.