~Jackson's POV
"What a beautiful night we have here, isn't it?" I whisper to one of my guards that was supposed to be in charge of keeping my house in good condition.
His body shakes violently while pleading me to end his life after an intense torture session. I grip his oily black hair and pull it down in order for his head to lift up to see the stars from the small window in the dungeon.
"You didn't answer me, I said 'what a beautiful night we have here. Isn't. It" I say gritting my teeth.
"Y-yes, please master, end me" he cries out. I walk over to him and admire my greatest creation of art work. Half of his face has been burnt off by a new acid that I got from a friend. His body is brutally beaten and covered in the red paint his body produced whenever I cut him open.