Tricks and Trips

An agonising groan echoed around the steel walls of the cellar.

Pain was evident in the voice that carried it, horrific pain.

Strapped on to a chair was a bruised and disfigured Diego. He was held caged by a rope which seemed to squeeze his entire body into one piece.

The pain from that alone was excruciating talk more of the cuts, wounds and broken bones he had gotten.

The cellar was cold, extremely cold. Diego had his teeth chattering. A rat ran passed his legs causing him to curse in italian.

Heavy thumping footsteps could be heard making its way towards his direction.

Diego needed not to be told who it was.

Cold and dangerous emerald eyes carried his already swollen and weak orbs in their formidable stare.

"Have you come back to finish what you started?" Diego asked slurry before spitting out loud.

Dante crouched down and gave him a sadistic smile.

"You know me so well diego"

"Actually..."Dante began.

"I'm not going to kill you right now. Your plan to have me dead was unfortu