256. Lorenzo
The words had barely left my mouth when my mind spiraled into dangerous possibilities.
“TALK!”
My deep, venom-laced voice echoed off the cold, damp walls of the dungeon. The air smelled of rust and sweat, the stench of fear clinging to every surface like a disease. Liam’s ragged breaths filled the space between us, but I had no patience for weakness. I grabbed his foot, forcing it still, and without hesitation, drove the thumbscrew into his toe.
With a sickening snap, I wrenched it off.
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the dungeon. Liam's body jerked violently, his head snapping back as his voice reached a pitch of agony. His eyes rolled back for a moment, but the pain kept him conscious, forced him to suffer through every second of it.
I crouched down, watching him.
