Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 2
The Shadow
he screams of pain bouncing around the cement walls are ge ng a tad
annoying. T
Some mes it sucks being the hacker and the enforcer. I really fucking
enjoy hur ng people, but tonight, I have no goddamn pa ence for this
whiny asshole.
And normally, I have the pa ence of a saint.
I know how to wait for what I want most. But when I’m trying to get
some real answers and the dude’s too busy shi ng his pants and crying to
give me a coherent response, I get a li le testy.
“This knife is about to go halfway through your eyeball,” I warn. “I’m not
even going to show you any mercy and shove it all the way through to your
brain.”
“Fuck, man,” he cries. “I told you that I just went to the warehouse a few
mes. I don’t know anything about some fuckin’ ritual.”
“So, you’re useless is what you’re saying,” I surmise, inching the blade
towards his eye.
He squeezes them shut as if skin that’s no thicker than a cen meter is
going to prevent the knife from going through his eye.
Fucking laughable.
“No, no, no,” he pleads. “I know someone there that might be able to
give you more informa on.”
Sweat drips down his nose, mixing with the blood on his face. His
overgrown greasy blonde hair is ma ed to his forehead and the back of his
neck. Guess it’s not actually blonde anymore since most of it's painted red
now.
I had already cut off one of his ears, along with ripping off ten of his
fingernails, severed both Achilles heels, a couple of stab wounds in specific