Third Person POV
*trigger warning* torture , gore and sinful
thoughts
The smell of blood had become almost pleasant.
Jonas stood still in the dungeon’s stale air, watching as the man before him hung limp from the chains bolted to the wall. Jake Hale, once a proud warrior and patrol, was now barely more than a ragged husk. His face was swollen, one eye completely shut, lips split open and crusted with blood. Silver shackles bit into his wrists and ankles, searing the skin raw, while wolfsbane soaked bandages clung to his wounds, keeping him weak, disoriented, barely clinging to consciousness.
And still, the bastard wouldn’t talk.
Jonas didn’t pace anymore. He didn’t need to. His rage had cooled into something quieter, more dangerous. He simply stood there, arms crossed over his ches
