In a dimly lighted cell room, a man was tied to the four angles of the room by his hands and legs, spreading apart.

His loud screams filled the air, and it was that of pain. He wouldn't stop yelling and screaming for the outrageous shock running through his body to stop, but that was all in vain.

His body shook violently again when the picana touched his skin, letting yet another scream leave his lips.

Don stood a distance away from him, his hands crossed behind his back as he glared at the man in front of him. His face held no emotions.

Watching him in agony was pleasant...