Chapter 161

Sergio's shirtless torso glistened with blood and sweat, his muscles strained as he hung, suspended from the rusty chains. His wrists were bound above his head, the chains cutting deep and rough into his skin. The men had strung him up, beaten and tortured him the best way they could, and then they left him in the dimly lit room, heavy with the stench of decay and blood. Each breath was a labored gasp as blood dripped from the multiple stab wounds on his body, mixing with the sweat that trickled down his torso. A lot of time had passed before Mr. Santos returned and went to stand before him, his face twisted in cruel satisfaction.