My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 48

"Why are we back at the mansion?" Lyra asks stepping out of the car.

"Come here, love. I have something to show you." Taking her hand, he leads her inside then

towards a door she never noticed before. The puff of air coming out after opening it is musky

and damp. "Ladies first." He offers holding the door open for her. Curious she goes down the

stone steps and right down to an old dungeon. Turning on the spot she is amazed by the entire

space. Mostly by the big stone bench standing proudly in the far end. It has big sturdy chains in

every corner complete with large metal cuffs and it’s one of those that uses sturdy pad locks.

Various instruments meant for torture hangs in neat rows on the wall above the bench.

"Like it?" I thought you would like this place. "And here comes our guest of honor." They both

watch as Jaze and Malarath straps Greg to the bench using the chains. What a sight it is.

Lydoran was right about her liking this space. Overwhelmed she turns to Lydoran with teary

eyes and a bright smile.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You can always show me later.”

Hugging him tightly she breaths him in. The love she holds for this man is endless and she will

never let him forget just how much he means to her. Never stop caring for him the same way

he cares for her. Stealing a few more seconds with her consorts she composes herself and turns

towards Greg, ready to hand out his punishment.

"Now, little child." Malarath places himself in front of her." Since killing and torturing humans is

against our laws under normal circumstances, I will have to be the one taking on this very fine

gentleman. I recorded what you did to the other, unfortunate, soul. It will be delivered to the

king together with papers found at Mr Neserovs estate as well as Greg’s."

"Will you put on a nice performance for me, Mal?" Lyra asks using a french accent and prudishly

bat her lashes.

"I do have a flare for the dramatic, my lady. I won't disappoint, that I can assure you." winking

he methodically begins cutting Gregs clothes. "This poor fellow is far from beautiful but I guess

there must be some who thinks otherwise." He mumbles the last part more to himself. He

discards all clothes and throws them into a bag held by Jaze. From his inner jacket pocket, he

fishes outs a parcel made out of leather that he rolls out alongside the bench. The content is

various types of surgical knives, needles and whatnot.

"Time to wake little Greg here." Choosing a knife to his liking he picks it up and simply stabs it

into his thigh. Needless to say, Greg wakes up with a violent jerk but thanks to the chains he

stays put instead of falling down. It takes a moment or two until pain registered in Greg’s brain

so his scream is slightly delayed. "Good morning Greg. Had a nice nap?"

"Who are you and where am I? Greg demands to know. "I have money. Just let me go and I'll

give you as much as you want."

"Money, I have plenty myself but I am curious about certain people. Men and woman, Italian,

last name is Pialla." This got Lyras full attention.

"What about them?"

"Where are they now? Tell me and I promise to be nice."

"They live in a small town in Italy. They moved back there from France when the girl moved out.

Everything is payed for by Elmir and he promised to do so as long as she was alive. Monthly

transfer. Big sum of money. That's all I know." Greg is sweating rivers and stammering as he

hurriedly spits everything out.

"Good boy." Malarath pats his cheek condescendingly. With a smile that even chilled Lyra down

to her bones, he starts carving merrily into the other man’s thigh. Greg screams echoes against

the stone walls. He cries and pleads for Malarath to stop but he never does. Jaze holds down