In the shadowy depths of Francisco's world, Max's sadistic amusement knew no bounds. Bruce, battered and bruised, found himself caught in a merciless game that promised nothing but agony. As Max held a menacing pair of brass knuckles, the room bore witness to the unfolding torment.

Bruce, a mere pawn in this sinister theater, could hardly muster the strength to speak. His body bore the marks of relentless abuse, and his battered eye told a story of its own. Yet, amidst the torment and ...