Anastasia was at the warehouse where she'd kept Mr. Russell while the world continued searching for him. Thankfully, she'd taken care of the bartender by giving him loads of cash and threatening to slit his throat if he ever said a word to anyone.
Luckily, Mr Russell didn't come with a driver.
Anastasia looked at the man. He was half naked because Anastasia had tortured him so much and his clothes were starting to drip with his own blood, making her stomach churn in disgust. His eyes were closed. Despite the amount of pain he felt, he still managed to sleep. Anastasia couldn't resist the urge to scoff.
Picking up the bucket filled with cold chilling water, she drained every single water on him, and he almost sprung out from the seat if it hadn't been for the rope keeping him in place.
"What nonsense," he said, his voice weak and unstable due to how loudly he'd been screaming while Anastasia cut off his skin and made sure that she didn't cut off any important organs.
