On that Fateful Night

Diabo. Rimmon. Manthius.

“Check the rooms,” Manthius ordered.

“Stop!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, as he was forced to watch on. Tears went down his face.

Rimmon—sitting on the couch—sighed with annoyance. “Aagh! Can you cover his mouth already? I am getting sick of hi—”

“—No.” Manthius denied, blood dripping from his mouth. "Keep the hold on him, Diabo, but do not gag him. I want to hear…everything,” he smiled.

Diabo. Rimmon. Manthius.

He continued to scream as Diabo forcefully held him down on the wooden floor of his living room.

Diabo. Rimmon. Manthius… A fourth. In the doorway. There was a fourth.