Bleeding the Truth

A guttural, wet groan ripped through the damp air of the underground room, bouncing off the raw concrete walls. Ronan stood perfectly still in the center of the gloom. He puffed on his cigar, the glowing cherry casting harsh shadows across his sharp jawline. He watched with a freezing cold satisfaction as his loyal men went to work. His green eyes tracked every fresh drop of crimson that hit the f