"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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The peaceful hallway called the Devil's Hall was filled with only darkness, the place where thousands of sinners' blood had been shed.
The demon himself entered, with his hands in his pants pocket. A perfect example of the devil disguised as an angel.
Every man stationed at the closed cells greeted him by placing their right fists on the left side of their chest where the heart is present and giving a stern nod to the man- loyalty evident from the gesture of greeting to their Capo.
The man was the undercover Italian-German Mafia King, Nedvar Dario Wyatt who ruled Europe. Everyone says that he is far worse than his dad.
In the mafia, he is called Dario, and not everyone knows how he looks. The handsome man who seems to just walk out of the magazine, looking like a model with his stone-muscled body.
Nedvar walked with calculative- authority steps, he halted at the last cell where the guard put his right fist on his heart and nodded at him. The guard opened the door and the loud cries, groans, and the slashing sounds filled the hallway.
Nedvar left the door open purposefully as he wanted all his guards to hear what happens in the last cell where traitors are tortured.
Nedvar walked inside while he folded his sleeves till his elbows showing his veiny arm.
And here hell broke loose and the demon came to action.
There was a man tied with his hands to the ceiling with cold chains. Nedvar had tortured him from the past one week, and now he felt bored so he thought to put an end to it.
The fresh blood sprayed around the floor under around the man was tired as Nedvar's second-in-command, Rocco Ben Emiliano, used a rod to break his hand as he continuously hit the same spot of the man's arm.
The man's face was unrecognizable, with all the torture. "Pl-pl-e-ple-se l-et m-me..." the man begged and with his teeth removed he could not form words.
"Rocco will you enlighten Mr Patrice about his great work," Nedvar spoke with venom and it was enough message for the man to not even by mistake let out a whimper.
"Sì Capo," Rocco said with a smirk and walked to the man, named Mr Patrice, he loosened up the chains which were keeping the man hung to the ceiling. Mr Patrice not having energy stumbled and fell miserably on the floor.
