Blood and Roses
· Alessia DeLuca & Production Syndicate · 5 min read
Beneath the rolling lawns of the Westchester compound, sixty feet down in the subterranean detention vault, the damp chill was heavy and suffocating. Tied to a heavy steel interrogation chair bolted into the concrete floor was Hector Salazar. His linen shirt was soaked in sweat and dried blood, his right wrist wrapped in a tight medical splint, and his broken jaw swollen purple and blue. His gold chains had been…
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