Ch-352
When Cyrus saw that stinky old man woke up he informed his brothers to do their work.
"Since, he is awake. You guys can start your work," Cyrus's Voice was at his darkest form ever.
His eyes blazed like a burning sun making the old man believe he was the king of hell, Lucifer.
"John Hardy, age 58, the profession was ex-servant from main Garcia family," Ben said his details briefly.
"Who are you all?" he asked already pissing in his pants.
"Angels from the hell who came to send you there with all the ceremonial rituals," Nicholas said.
"Why? What did I do?" he asked as he gulped hard. His brain was saying, these people were dangerous. He just wants to run from this place and go away. His brain was sounding all the alarm bells but he was tied to a bench. He was in a sleeping position. His favorite position which he liked to fuck young girls. His four limbs were tied to the four corners of the bench. He was stark naked as his dick was left open to the air.
