Narrator's pov

Caldwell eyed the nails cautiously, his heart beat fast as Carling was pulling them out of the small vault.

He balled his fist, clenched his jaw and shuddered when he imagined how it's gonna feel like injecting them in his flesh.

"It's been long since Mr Bright used these on anyone, I can't even recall how long exactly" Carling said.

"Hm" Caldwell hummed in reply.

He rested his back on the wall, his eyes were still fixed on the nails.

"Caldwell, what did you do? Why is Mr Bright punishing you? And in such a brutal way?" she asked him.

He released a shaky breath, wiping off the...