Seated on a fur-covered throne-like chair was Damien.
He looked completely at ease, one leg crossed over the other as he smoked, the suffocating scent of weed filling the air around him.
In front of him was Dante.
He was fastened to a long wooden bench, his body tightly bound to it.
Two burly men stood on either side of him, mercilessly whipping him over and over again.
Crack! Crack!
Each strike landed brutally against his already torn flesh.
Blood dripped from the bench onto the floor as Dante's body trembled violently with every hit.
At this point, he was barely conscious, already omiting blood as the punishment continued without mercy.
"Stop this, Damien!"
Jessica's voice rang out sharply.
She had been standing nearby, silent until now but clearly, she could no longer endure the sight.
She stepped forward, placing herself directly in front of Damien.
