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Immediately he had walked in, the torture stopped, and the victim's loud screams turned into ragged breaths. Those ragged breaths emitted from the victim was the only sound that could be heard as silence stretched in the room.
Chase's voice boomed through the whole room. "Partire," That one order was all it took for the man torturing the victim to bow his head in respect and leave. Just as he was instructed.
{"Leave"}
Chase didn't for one take his eyes off Álvaro . His white tee was torn at different places, blood staining it all over.
"White doesn't suit you, Nipote", His uncle's words replayed in his mind. “Why do you think Fratello and I never wore it? You don't want to get stained with a sinner's blood, do you?",
Chase dragged his eyes lazily over Álvaro 's whole body, t
