I thought the room was bad, it's got nothing on what Killian plans to do with it. All four of Sergiu's limbs are chained, and I watch with my jaw hanging open as Killian presses a button and the chains retract to each comer of the room. They pull him up off the ground and stretch him wide like a fucking chunky star, and it's got to be the most horrifying thing I've ever seen. Not to mention, the knife I jammed through his eye is still there, flopping around with every little movement.
I thought mafia wars were all about taking out family lines, the occasional standard torture, and a bit of unfriendly gunfire. But this goes to show just how deranged some of these men are.
And the fact that this was already installed into the property says a lot. There's nothing spur-of-the-moment about this.
"Not going to lie," I tell Killian as he stands back to survey his handiwork. "This is messed up."
