Marco Deluca glared at Joe Sterling, his innocent face didn't melt Marco Deluca's heart and he turned to Vin, "Let's begin."
Marco Deluca's voice was like ice, and a sinister calm that veiled the storm raging within. He stood straight before Joe Sterling as if his mere existence was an insult he could barely tolerate. He looked at the bottle of water in his hand and it felt like almost a weapon to him right now.
Vin moved around all three men, and checked for the tightening of wires around their bodies once more, and ensured every loop pressed into their flesh. The groans of discomfort quickly turned into shouts of pain as he pressed the wires bit deeper.
