LAZARRO’ S P.O.V “Убирайтесь, все вон отсюда!” i commanded to all of my men to leave the room while my eyes staring straight at the man in front of me. He was drenched in his own fucking blood. All of my men walked out of the room. I did not dared to avert my eyes from him, even once. The room fell silence, all I can hear is his heavy breathing and his small cries. “I don't know anything! Spare my life!” he cried again. Am I not sparing his life? He's alive for three days! He must be grateful that I let him breathe for three days. “Please… let me go…” his said, wobbly. I can't even understand him. I rose from my seat, tightly holding the screwdriver. I smirked when I saw how frightened heis. That's fucking right, Inigo. I bet he can walk away, considering all of the injuries he had for three days. His ankle was broken, and also his both heel was cut off. Nails were plucked out, teeth was pulled out and fed them to him. Well, I did not torturing him time to time.
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