KAIL NESSAR ABED POV

"Victor Stakov," the man gasped, blood spurting from his mouth. "It was Victor Stakov," he shouted, then screamed when I pressed the branding rod against his skin.

The sizzling sound and the smell of burning flesh filled the room, everything mingling to create an atmosphere charged with an intensity that made my blood surge through my veins as if I were riding out a high

God I missed this. How long had it been since I last tortured anyone?

I'd made a lot of coffee and ...