The Crime Lord's Obsession
Nikolai repeated, his voice calm, almost bored.
The man gasped, chest heaving. He spat on Nikolai's face and managed to mutter, "go to hell."
Nikolai exhaled slowly wiping his face as a smirk formed at the corners of his mouth, the temperature of the room dropping by a few degrees. He pressed the pliers to another finger. The second nail came off, followed by another scream. This time the man's body convulsed with the force of it.
But still, he didn't utter a word. By the time he was finished with the hand, sweat soaked the man's shirt, tears streaked his face and blood oozed out of his fingers.
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