Ripped off

Caspian hated having to ask the same question a second time. His lips trembled as he tried to control the urge to rip this man's head off there and then. He needed the man alive— at least till he got whatever information he wanted and he'd get that today— no matter what it would cost him.

The heat in the room scorched his skin, everywhere he looked, fire razed but Caspian didn't care. He didn't care if he would burn here today, he had to know the truth. He had waited so long for this day and now that it was finally here, he won't step out without the traitors name on his lips. He had ripped off one of the man's arm already and his grip on the second one tightened till he felt the satisfying crack of bones and the man's scream for mercy

"Who asked you to kill me?" Caspian asked again, not letting go even though the man asked him too. He saw the man shook his head

"I– I can't tell you that, i– I really can't– they'll kill m— Ahhhhh!!" An ear piercing scream escaped the man's lips when