Torture

In a dimly lit room adorned with lavish decor, Remo sat upon his chair, a haze of smoke enveloping him as he calmly puffed on his cigar. Four men knelt before him, heads bowed in contrition, their faces etched with guilt and fear.

"I trusted you," Remo's voice rumbled, cutting through the thick air like a knife. "I trusted you to keep her safe."

The men lowered their gazes further, their apologies tumbling out in a chorus of remorse.

"It's okay," Remo interjected, his tone surprisingly gentle amidst the tension. "I told you to stay hidden, to keep out of sight. You followed my orders."

He paused, taking another slow drag from his cigar before fixing his steely gaze on the men before him. "Do you have him? The man who dared to lay a hand on my wife?"

One of the men, his voice trembling slightly, spoke up. "We have him, boss. He's in our custody."

Remo's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "Good."