Diego, his face a mask of horror and resignation, looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. His body trembled like a leaf in a storm, the realization of the power he had witnessed etched into his memory. The sheer brutality of the scene was a haunting reminder of the violence that had unfolded before him.
"Oh, it looks like you have more work to do," I said, my voice a low, almost gentle purr. My eyes met his, a silent command passing between us. Diego snapped back to reality, his eyes wide with terror as he understood my implicit order.
