Eyes are very expressive. And the ones staring at me right now shone with intimidating menace. A stiletto clutched tightly in his one and only hand, the other having been bitten off by a shark, he stared at me with cold dead eyes. He was no doubt extremely frightening. I could sense a certain strong feeling of vengeance in him as he grunted with pain.

There we were, the only two people in about a 100 mile radius, in a deserted wine cellar near Vauxhall’s Vineyards. The air was filled with a discomforting effluvium which was coming from one of the barrels that he had smashed open a while ago when he was raging with immense anger. He had gagged me and tied me up tightly to a cold red-brick pillar. A sudden jolt of fear raced through me as lightning struck a nearby tree and set it on fire.

25 years ago, the most dangerous criminal, Regenald Shaw had been captured by me. He was sent to the world’s most secure prison on an isolated island far from civilization, named Forsdyke Island. It was owned and managed by the Chinese government and was feared by even the most bold criminals. It was commonly known as ‘Torture Island’. It was worse than a nightmare, but having ruthlessly murdered 79 innocent people in Britain, Shaw nothing less than deserved it.

“You’ve made a mistake. A terrible mistake. And the best part is that you have not the slightest idea about how severely you will pay for it” Shaw threatened me as he looked straight into my eyes with a determination that shook me to the core. He gave a screeching loud maniacal laugh as the police officers threw him onto the ship which was leaving for Forsdyke Island. And that was the last I saw of him, until yesterday.

I got a call at my office from someone called Colin Hunt. He said that he needed to meet me urgently regarding an illegal act that he had seen being performed. I reached the meeting place alone just as he had requested. When no one showed up for almost 3 hours, I got suspicious and decided to leave. Just as I was entering my car, a strong hand grasped me from behind and struck a sharp blow on my head. I could feel my head spinning as I lost my consciousness. By the time I had regained my senses, I was in the wine cellar, alone with my my old enemy, Shaw.

“I escaped” he said, answering my questioning eyes. “How could I leave you dear? I had to come back for you, just for you” he added lightly with a smirk. I wanted to say so much but I couldn’t, thanks to the disgusting piece of cloth which had been stuffed into my mouth.

There was no way I could get out of here alive. Shaw would never let that happen. With sharp grey eyes, a wicked smile and a muscular body covered in tattoos, that man scared the living hell out of me. His focus was on me as he pondered over how he would finish me off. He smacked himself as if the answer had been obvious the whole time, and he thrust his hand somewhere into his ragged clothes and pulled out a stiletto. He definitely wasn’t going to go easy on me. He was going to make sure that I was tortured just as much as he was on Forsdyke Island, perhaps even more.

He came closer and gently stroked my cheek with the blade as trickles of blood streamed down my pale terrified face. I stared into his menacing eyes and wondered how they hid such great terror. I breathed deeply as he proceeded to finish me off forever.