Torture. Second Part
The idiot wolf, instead of changing back, they attacked me, they jumped on top of me, payback for pinning them earlier, so the hard way, my way, I shifted to my wolf form so we could get this party started. The fight was real, we used teeth and nails, and I wasn’t showing any mercy, I bit a chunk of his stomach, she scratched my back, I beat his head against the ground, and then we kept going, neither of us was holding back.
An hour later, I was having hard time breathing, but the enemy was down, laying on the ground all bloody trying to catch it’s breath, for a moment I thought that I was too damn old for this, but then, I’m a wolf, we’re gonna be forever young.
I knocked on the door, telling them to get me out and get in so they could make sure it doesn’t die yet, the wolf had to shift back, unable to keep their wolf form, and in front of us stood a women, bloodied and filled with bruises and cuts all over her face.
For human eyes it looks very bad, but she’s a wolf, she’ll heal in a couple hours, they had her lifted off the floor, and tied up by the arms with a ropes and hook that’s coming off the roof. I took an hour break, letting my body heal up, and for her to come back to consciousness.
“What did you find out?” Mariano asks me he was waiting in the basement as well.
“That she’s a woman.” I answer him.
“And?” he asks, and I shrugged that’s all I found out so far, and I better change my clothes before going back in.
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Chapter 166 Torture. Second Part
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I got back an hour later, this time I had some tools along with me, I had knives, pliers, and even some hammers, along with other stuff that are just there for looks.
“Good morning love, had a good nap?” I say in a cold voice, walking back in, she was hardly awake, so I decided to help her, the door was open this time, there was guards out there. I nodded to one of them and they hand me an ice cold bucket of water, I threw it over her head making her eyes open right away.
“Now start talking,” I order her, but she shook her head at me.
“Who sent you?” I ask her.
“Bitch, you wanna do it the hard way? Again, you’re gonna soon learn that I’m the one who’s going to win,” I say walking toward her, holding one of the very sharp knives up against her neck, adding enough pressure to make it hurt and draw just a little bit of blood.
“Now tell me, who sent you?” I ask and she spits in my face, telling to go to hell, so I took hold of her arm and twisted it, just before the bone could shatter, when it was painful enough she was screaming from the awkward position, I let her go.
“Who the hell sent you?” I yelled at her, landing a fist on her stomach, this is going to be a long night.
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