The heavy metal doors burst open with a violent crash, scraping harshly against the concrete floor as two of Adrian's men dragged Varek inside like a broken animal.
His once-powerful body was already destroyed.... clothes soaked dark with blood, both legs mangled and useless from the earlier gunshots. Every shallow breath sent fresh tremors of agony rippling through him. Sweat mixed with blood on his ashen face, and his lips were pulled back in a grimace of pain. Yet even in this ruined state, even while barely able to hold himself upright, that same arrogant, twisted smile clung to his mouth like a curse that refused to die.
They dropped him roughly onto his knees in the center of the room. He swayed dangerously, one bloodied hand bracing weakly against the cold floor to keep him from collapsing completely.
Adrian stepped forward slowly, deliberately.
