SINKING SHIP?

Screams of pain, and agony echoed through every wing of Kolasi, as the flames of terror were unleashed.

The flames felt like being in hell, but without the physical presentation of fire.

Ares' eyes remained glued to the screen, as he watched the men burn.

Their eyes rolled to their backs, as they screamed out for help.

He ensured that every minute was being captured.

Not even the guys present in the room could bring themselves to watch the screen.

However, Ares didn't mind. He wanted their torture embedded in his brain.

And when the dust settled, he wanted them to know the difference between a god, and the god.

The last man standing faded into nothing, and Ares nodded in satisfaction.

"Send the video to the Don. If he still doesn't send his rats outside the walls of Kolasi away, open the outdoor flames," he ordered.

"Yes boss," Eli said in a voice chilled to the bones.