“Then tell us what we need and I’ll set you free”

“I would rather die than tell you dogs” Luca finally spat.

“Oh, tough guy huh?” Marcus sneered.

He kicked Luca in the chest, breaking the retrains from the chair as he fell to the floor on his side. The man’s eyes narrowed as he continued to bury his foot in between his ribs. Luca tried to fight back when Marcus pulled him up by his hair and threw him a good few metres away before tying his hands together once more with left over rope.

“That’s enough” a voice said.

Louis Morales stood up from his position in the corner and walked over slowly to the trio. The echoes of his footsteps filled the entire basement apart from the occasional hitched breathing.  

“Shane McCutcheon, I’ve heard about you for 3 years, never failed to do anything once. You’re a great help to Leo, really, but you would be better off coming with me Shane”

Shane chuckled weakly,

“Don’t you wish you fucken bastard”

The man knelt down next to me,

“Guess not then” he said.

He held his hand out at Marcus and he, in return placed another knife into his open palm.

“Well, what should I do with you now?” Morales wondered, staring at the tip of the knife.

“You will fucken kill me or I’ll return the favor 10 times as worse” Shane hissed.

“No,” he shook his head,

“I don’t think I’ll do that” he said, grinning.

“I think I’ll do this instead” he cut the ropes from Shane’s wrist and took her left arm.

Marcus quickly held onto her right arm, just in case she’d attack Morales although they all knew she was too weak to.

Luca’s eyes widened as he struggled to make his way over to Shane whilst she fought against their grip. She earned a fist to her stomach and a backhand slap to the face when she finally ceased all movement, eyes glaring fiercely.

Morales slashed at her upper arm, just below her shoulder and all Shane could do was close her eyes and absorb the pain. The feeling of metal slicing at her skin had been the only thing she felt for the past few days, it wasn’t anything new.