My wrists and ankles burned against the cold metal digging into my flesh. The steel was barbaric but also efficient.
It was doing its job—keeping me contained. It was the kind of steel that would leave marks—long lasting marks.
The kind of marks that you didn’t want to have so you wouldn’t remember what went on in this place once you were freed.
Miguel and his men moved around the room gracefully, as if they were in their own sadistic element.
I did my best to stay still so the metal wouldn’t continue to dig into my flesh, but it didn’t work.
The chains were too tight.
Way too tight.
“Our guests are here!” Miguel clapped his hands as men of different ages and sizes started to pile in through the front door.
Some looked greasy and dirty, while others looked like they just st
