"What do you mean by he will be using mine?" Judas asked, his voice laced with fear and confusion, his eyes widening in horror as he grasped the implications of Tyler's words."It's exactly what you think it is," Tyler said, his voice cold and menacing, his words dripping with sinister intent. "I'm going to remove your two eyes and instruct the doctors to use them to fix your brother's vision."Judas' face turned red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. "Who are you? Do you even think you're something?" he spat, his voice trembling with anger, his clenched fist shaking at his side. "If you make me any angrier, I'm going to come for your wife. I'm not someone you can dare," he growled, his words echoing off the walls.Tyler burst into laughter from the other end, a cold, mirthless sound that sent a shiver down Judas' spine. "You should come for her," Tyler replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you don't value your two eyes and legs again."The line went dead, leaving Judas se

A sleek black car screeches to a halt in front of Alex and the other soldiers, its tires squealing in protest. The doors swing open, and a group of heavily armed men pour out, their eyes fixed menacingly on Alex and his team.Alex doesn't need anyone to tell him that they're there to attack them; the intent is written all over their faces. Without hesitation, he reaches for his phone, a high-tech device that serves as a communication tool and a weapon."Over, this is Alex," he barks into the phone, his voice firm and authoritative. "I need backup, we are under attack. Our location is the children's orphanage. Repeat, we need backup now!"The phone crackles to life, and a voice responds, "Roger that, Alex. Help is on the way. Hold tight."Alex's grip on the phone tightens, his eyes fixed on the approaching attackers. He knows he and his team must hold out until reinforcements arrive. The orphanage behind them, with its innocent children and staff, must be protected at all costs.With a

Tyler's footsteps echoed through the hospital ward as he walked inside, his face pale and drawn, his eyes sunken with worry. Adrianna's voice was laced with concern as she asked, "What did the doctor say?" before struggling to sit up in bed, her movements slow and labored.Tyler's expression was tight-lipped, his voice strained as he replied, "He didn't say much, he said you'll be fine, but you need one more surgery." He was trying to be strong, to hide the truth from his wife, but his eyes betrayed him, revealing the fear and anxiety that gripped his heart.Just then, Mr. Stile, spoke up, his voice firm and authoritative. "Tyler, I'd like to see you outside." Tyler nodded, his eyes darting to Adrianna before he followed Mr. Stile out of the ward, the door swinging shut behind them.In the dimly lit hospital corridor, Mr. Stile's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he confronted Tyler. "I know what you said inside isn't true, your face is telling me that something is wrong." Tyler's m

Tyler's long strides carried him swiftly out of the ward, his determination and urgency evident in every step. He rushed to the garage, his eyes fixed on his car, his mind racing with the thoughts of the crucial interrogation ahead. He got into his car and drove off to the barracks, the wheels screeching as he sped through the gates.As he arrived at the barracks, he walked down from the car, his presence commanding attention. Everywhere, soldiers bowed their heads to greet him, their eyes cast downward in respect, while some saluted him with crisp precision, their faces set in solemn expressions.The sound of boots snapping and fists clenching echoed through the air, a symphony of discipline and loyalty, as Tyler's authority and leadership were acknowledged by his troops. His eyes scanned the scene, his jaw set in a firm line, as he strode towards the building where Matteo was being held.Matteo sprang up from the floor, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief, as soon as he saw

Tyler walked back to the house, his footsteps echoing through the silence like a solitary drumbeat, his eyes fixed on the door like a magnet. He entered the house, his presence like a dark cloud, and made his way to the bathroom, his movements swift and purposeful, like a predator stalking its prey.As he entered the bathroom, the soft glow of the lights enveloped him, like a warm embrace, and the sweet scent of lavender filled the air, like a soothing balm. He walked to the towel stand, his eyes fixed on the plush towel, like a haven, and placed it neatly on the rack, like a soldier standing at attention.Then, he turned to the jacuzzi, its bubbling waters like a siren's call, beckoning him to come and relax. He slipped off his clothes, like shedding a skin, and stepped into the warm, swirling water, like a baptismal rebirth. The jets of water massaged his tense muscles, like a gentle lover's caress, and he closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh, like a storm finally subsiding.As