THE REAL DEFINITION OF PAIN

“Okay I’m going to ask one more time, you don’t have to hide anything, I’m trying to help you both, if you keep refusing to speak; you’ll end up dead in here. Who sent you?”

That was actually the nineteenth time Nick was repeating the “who sent you” phrase and had punched both of the culprits he had captured nineteen times on the face. Their faces had become unrecognizable.

He paced the dark room, his ash colored shirt was soaked with sweat and splashes of blood from the nose and mouths of the culprits. it was a torture room back at the Ohio police station. The police was already cleaning up Nathe’s house.

Nathe had called him few minutes ago and told him Angelina was in a coma, whether she lives or dies was a probability now and he was venting all of that anger towards the murderers he had captured. The fearful thing was, he hadn’t really tortured them; he was just using them as punching bags.

The two men who were tied to a wooden chair groaned in pain, blood had covered thei