"Is it bad that I'm so hype for this?" Afanas asked, pulling out a blunt from his pocket.
I smiled, for the first time in awhile, "it's been awhile since we've tortured someone, so no. Especially when it's an asshole that helped take Calla away."
"Ohh mannn" Afanas grinned, opening the large steel door the the garage, "We're gonna make this fucker pay."
Inside the garage there was a young man, he almost looked like a f*****g child. He was tied up with rope, his skinny arms pinned to the chair he sat in. He had brown hair that was gelled up into spikes, he wore khakis with a tucked in polo shirt.
I sighed as I approached him, "does everyone in your gang dress like complete pricks?"
His eyes grew wide as he saw me, he was shaking, "y-you're Sinister Velkov."
I bowed, "the very one."
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