Dance with the Devil
He leaned against the wall, enjoying the show, the cigarette still dangling from his lips.
Hours seemed to pass before Dmitry finally grew tired of the spectacle. He turned away, extinguishing his cigarette on the older man's bare shoulder. "Alright," he drawled, "let's wrap things up." He nodded at his men, who quickly finished their grisly work. They dragged the bloodied, broken body to a pile in the corner and Dmitry lit a lighter, setting it ablaze. The flames licked hungrily at the flesh, consuming it with an eerie swiftness.
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