CHAPTER 89 NOT AS NICE AS I LOOK

SEBASTIAN'S POV As I stepped into the room, the familiar scent of sweat, blood, and fear enveloped me, stirring something primal within. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow on the cold concrete floor, illuminating the tools of my trade. I gazed upon the array of instruments, each one designed to inflict pain and pleasure in equal measure. My eyes lingered on the rusty chains, the worn leather straps, and the gleaming metal devices that had witnessed countless screams. The air was heavy with the weight of suffering, and I breathed it in like a sacrament. This was my sanctuary, my domain, where I held absolute control. I felt a thrill coursing through my veins as I approached the center of the room, where my next victim awaited. The anticipation was intoxicating, and I reveled in the darkness that drove me.   My eyes were fixed on the guard ahead of me, screaming in pain as they flogged him while being chained to the ceiling. The asshole tried to outsmart me, but I gue