The Torture

                      Mateo's pov 

I run my thumb on the brim of my whiskey glass. While leaning back on the wall ,staring at the torture going on inside the torture room. 

The glass wall in between giving me a clear view.

" Speak! Where is your partner! Where are her whereabouts!"

The guard speaks, while whipping his back. To which he just smirks. Blood flowing down from the corner of his lip.

No word leaving his lips.

" Speak! Where ! Speak dammit!"

The sound of the whip hitting and piercing his skin echoes around. But Christopher doesn't cry even a single cry. His grip on the silver chains tights, as he hangs from the chains tied up at the ceiling.

Taking another sip of the throat burning whiskey, I just sigh. Standing up to my full height.

The man was strong. He won't break with these whips and stuff. He needed motivation.

It's been 2 hours alrea