chapter 1: Love-Hate Relation

Ian

I was enjoying the scenery, which was why a satisfied smirk played on my lips as I looked at Spencer, who looked pitiful��pathetic, even��to the point I almost wanted to kill him completely so that I could end his suffering. But I was not remorseful; instead, I glided the sharp point of the blade I was holding across his throat, pressing it deeper and deeper as I went. Plenty drops of blood flowed, crisscrossing his pale skin.

"How does it feel to see the death in front of you, Spencer?" I whispered sternly, making sure to breathe into his bloodied ear, driving my knife deeper into his skin.

Spencer whimpered in response. The chains that held him captive in a metal chair jingled and rang out as his feet and hands struggled to fight the pain, muffled screams escaping his duct-taped mouth. I took the blade away, still smirking. I moved to yank the duct tape from his mouth to hear Spencer scream, but my brother, Steven, entered the torture chamber, interrupting me.