The cajoles and wails of a tortured man echoed around the dark room. Hung upside down, tied with rope and chains, being battered with a metal rod by multiple men. This crying man seemed to have fallen victim to your boyfriend's torture.

With a front seat view of this scene, was your boyfriend. His black hair slicked back with a few strands curtaining the malicious look on his face. His dark eyes glinting with a sadistic desire. As usual, his attire containing his suit, with the tie slightly looser and top buttons undone.

Although that changed when you entered the room. Putting a hand up to stop the noisy torture for a simple moment, a smile etched on his scarred face as you came closer: clearly you were not expecting such a graphic scene.

You knew that he was a gangsta; Mafia. You knew his line of work but to witness it first hand.. you were almost scared.

"Ah, my little orchid," His voice spoke in a loving tone as he beckoned you to come closer, getting to his feet out of respect for you. His hand snaked around your waist, his other holding your hand as his brought it to his lips, "Make him sing for my love."

He spoke, his men now battering the poor guy as he screamed in agony. Writhing like a worm.