A makeshift office was set up in a corner, with a desk, chairs, and some communication devices. As we passed by the armed men, their cold gazes followed me, making me feel un

an up with. The man's struggles grew more frantic, but he was secured too tightly. "Take it off," Shane ordered one of his men, nodding towards the gag and he ripped the tape off instantly. The man gasped loudly, air rushing back into his lungs "Shane, please..." His voice was laced with desperation and fear. Shane's thumb pressed down on the remote. The man's body shook violently, his groans resonated through the room. Time seemed to slow as he held the button down for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he released it, exhaling a low, menacing sigh "Do you know what I love more than anything, Kim?" His voice trailed off briefly before he answered himself, "My money." Those two words were steeped in hostility, making me shudder. "I-I-I'm sorry..." The man begged, voice trembling. But Shane's expression remained unforgiving. "You're not sorry, you're scared," he said flatly. Then, without hesitation, he tapped the button again. My mind recoiled in horror. Did Shane even have a heart at all? The man's terrifying screams echoed through the warehouse and a silent cry escaped my lips. I hit my breaking point and sprinted to the door, banging and screaming for someone to unlock it, but two of Shane's men caught up, yanking my arms and dragging me back, I tried to break free but their hold was too strong. I was forced to watch Shane torture an innocent man. "Where's my money, Kim?" His tone was so sharp, it could cut diamonds. "I don't have it" Kim cried in his chair, sobbing miserably. "Please..." Shane's finger hovered over the button before he hit it again. I watched as life slowly seeped out of the man's eyes until Shane stopped it. "Where's my money?" he asked Kim casually, voice laced with apathy but Kim s