I stepped back, my gaze fixed on Ethan's broken form. The echoes of his screams still lingered in my mind, a haunting reminder of the interrogation that had just transpired. "You're making a grave mistake, Ethan," I warned, my voice dripping with menace. If he thought he was going to get away without saying anything, then he thought wrong. I had cleared my schedule for the day and had enough time to handle him. He would break. I was sure of it. Someone like Ethan who had been pampered all his life, would not last under extreme pressure and torture.
Ethan's eyes flashed with defiance, but I detected the faintest glimmer of fear lurking beneath the surface. I released my grip on the stick, letting it fall to the floor and stepped back, surveying the dingy cell. The sound of scurrying rodent
