Chapter 73

• He stared at the metal surface in front of him, almost too focused as he thought about what he could do being alone with that man in his power. In his right hand, he carried a small black leather bag, like a kind of case, where he kept the objects he liked to use in his “therapy” sessions, as he sadistically called them.
• He hesitated for a moment before opening the heavy door that separated them from being together in the same room, thinking about what Victoria would feel knowing what he was about to do at that very moment. However, he needed her to understand since she was willing to know him completely, as she had said many times in her attempt to get him to open up with trust.
• This part of him was bad, but it was still a piece of the whole that completed his essence. It was hard to imagine living as a completely upright person after spending all these years living as a criminal. He hated that word, but it was the truth.