Hera POV
Five hours after the meeting
I push the door to the basement open and I am instantly hit by the smell of rust and a lingering scent of blood.
This is where I had my men keep Victor after our last encounter.
Justin stills behind me. These are the kind of places he hates with passion but today,he just had to come with me.
Victor is chained to the floor and wrists bound together.
He looks like hell and I have to say,that sight gives me pleasure. He looks nothing like the man who threatened me a few days ago with Lily and Linda's life.
He has dried blood on his face and his shirt is torn. His eyes look red, like he has had a puff of weed but I know it’s the torture he had received here.
There's a bowl of rice sitting next to him untouched. I don't know if he just doesn't want
