33. Rage

MATTEO’S POV

My gaze remained fixed on the man before me, his pitiful form bound tightly to the chair. Blood oozed from every pore of his battered face, the bruises and cuts marrying his skin, and evidence to the cruelty he had endured. His once-proud jaw was now swollen and misshapen, stained with the crimson evidence of his torment. His eyes glazed over and nearly unrecognizable from the constant barrage of attacks, begging for mercy that I had no intention of providing.

I remained unmoved by his wretched state, my cold and unfeeling heart unable to be stirred by his suffering. I watched in dark fascination as Charlie, the assassin, delivered a brutal blow to the prisoner's already battered face. His shirtless form, glistening with sweat, radiated a sinister energy that perfectly complemented his heartless brutality.