A Taste of Hell II

Santiago

A devilish laughter escaped my lips as I smiled at the brutality that I was about to unleash.

Seeing the bastard that took Tiffany, my wolf pranced in my head. He was enraged and I could feel it in my bones. I could feel his full essence as I moved towards Andro.

“Wake him up! now!” I roared.

Immediately, two of my men got into action.

Seconds rolled into minutes as they continued to waterboard Andro, yet the idiot didn’t move nor budge.

My eyes darted around. Knives, axes, and picannas were cluttered everywhere. As I reached for a picanna, my men paved the way.

I plugged the picanna straight into the deep cut on Andro's neck, the idiot oscillated and jolted to life. He grunted in pain and tried to sit up but he was restricted by the chains.

I set my gaze until he finally recovered and his gaze met my fiery ones. Seeing me, he shuddered, making his chains rustle. He looked around and I saw the glint in his eyes when he recognized where he was.

Knowing that there was no salva