Lucas' PovThe first scream broke before the blood hit the floor.Drip.Drip.The sound echoed through the room, crawling into my skull. I sat back in the chair, elbows resting on the armrests, cigarette burning between my fingers while the man tied to the steel frame shook violently.He was younger than the last one we broke. He is probably in his late thirties. Sweat soaked his shirt, his breathing jagged, and his eyes rolling as if he could escape by not looking at us.Rafe stood in front of him, his sleeves rolled up, and his hands already red. He worked without emotion, cutting shallow lines never enough to kill, never enough to knock the bastard out. Pain was more useful when it lingered.I exhaled the smoke slowly.“Again,” I said.Rafe didn’t hesitate. The blade slid in, and the man screamed so hard his voice cracked halfway through. He jerked against the restraints, the chains rattling, his knees buckling as piss spread down his leg.Pathetic.I leaned forward, resting my for
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