Azriel's Point Of View
I watched the last remaining bit of Ruzzo's spine completely crumble right there in front of us. A slow, thoroughly wicked smile crawled across my face, pulling at the corners of my mouth until my teeth showed under those buzzing, flickering warehouse lights.
The fluorescent tubes cast harsh shadows that danced across the concrete floor, turning everything into a theater of violence… a stage where truth would be extracted, drop by agonizing drop. I shook my head, shifting my weight off the cold metal support beam, and took a couple of slow, dragging steps back toward his rattling wooden chair. Each footfall echoed in the cavernous space, a countdown to his inevitable confession.
