Lyra was strapped to the iron rack, her wrists raw and bleeding where the coarse ropes bit into her flesh.
He had just rushed back from Borussia after receiving reports of a woman who looked exactly like Zoe.
It was another wild goose chase. Just another hollow resemblance that meant nothing.
"I'm begging you," Lyra whispered. Her voice cracked like dry leaves crumbling underfoot. "Please just let me go."
Silent as death itself, Wesley snatched an iron rod from the shadows against the wall.
She trembled violently. Tears carved clean paths through the grime caked on her face.
"I was wrong," she sobbed. "I shouldn't have stolen her roles. I shouldn't have sabotaged Zoe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Shut your mouth."
The rod came down hard on her thigh with a sickening c***k.
Agony twi
