"Think carefully before answering—unless you want to die."
Luke's warning cut through the tense silence as he eyed the trembling men slumped on the floor.
Their bodies shook violently, eyes darting between one another in silent desperation.
If they talked, their families would pay the price.
If they stayed silent, they had no idea what horrors awaited them.
Time crawled, each second stretching into an agonizing eternity.
Sinclair sat motionless, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, his gaze as frigid as winter steel.
The sheer dominance radiating from him pressed down on the room like an invisible weight, suffocating the air itself.
"My patience is running thin."
His voice was low, edged with a chilling indifference as he narrowed his eyes.
"Since they won't talk, kill them all."
"Yes, sir."
Luke nodded, turning his attention to the remaining men.
To his surprise, the men didn't cower in fear.
