"Urghhhh!"
Tears streamed down my face as I gasped for breath, the world spinning around me in a blur of pain and fear.
Scar's cold laughter echoed in my ears, mixing with the throbbing ache that pulsed relentlessly from my mutilated finger.
He leaned back, observing my suffering with a sickening satisfaction. "That's just the beginning, Michael. You have a lot more to endure before we're done here."
I struggled against the ropes that bound me, but they held fast, cutting into my skin with every futile attempt to break free.
Steve stood nearby, a silent sentinel, his presence a reminder that escape was impossible.
Scar's eyes locked onto mine, his expression devoid of mercy. "Remember this pain, Michael. It's only fair, considering the pain you caused me."
"Michael, I'll break your mind into pieces... I'll torment you so much that you'll remember me even in hell, hahahaha."
***
The room was cold and dark, the air thick with the stench of blood and fear.
