~Salvatore's POV
I kept my foot pressed firmly against the wound, applying more pressure than necessary, and his body reacted instantly as another loud scream tore out of him. He tried to move, to pull away from the pain, but he could not go anywhere, and that helplessness only made the sound worse.
Still, none of it did anything to settle what was inside me.
It did not ease the anger, and it did not quiet the images in my head. If anything, it only reminded me of why I was standing there in the first place.
I lifted my foot slowly, not out of mercy, but because I was already thinking ahead.
"Bring the rest of them out," I said.
My men moved immediately, dragging the others forward one after another, some already trembling, some trying to stay strong, but all of them aware of what was about to happen.
I stepped back slightly, giving my men space as I looked over them.
"Torture them brutally!" I ordered.
