Mafia Wars: The Uprising Billionaire

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Omar's agonising roar flooded the basement as Antonio walked oi of the bright,smoky, congested surroundings.

Onar kept battling with the chains that pinned him to the chair, as the flames dwvoue his.skin and bone witg no mercy, yet tbere was nothing he coukd do about it.

He could only yell, spasm, and cirse in excruciating pain, as buring sensation eroded hid mind.

Eventually, the pain became unbearable, making him pass out, as he eventually fell ahort of oxygen.

Time ticked as the starless, grim night proceeded to the early hours of predawn.

Onar ha been burnd tp cinder, his charted bones and ashes being the only thing keft on the chair and the areas surrounding it.

His charcoal-like corpse, glued to the chair.

A once, powerful and rich politician and ruker who had his country in his palm, controlling everyone under him had just passed away in one of the most humiliating and excruciating way.

The authority of the country was just about to fall in his hand yet, his preordained reality