Chapter35
Maurice's POV *Hours after the incident* I was walking down to the basement, wrapping my hands in bandages. I was wearing a tank top, everything could be seen. I had the devil's look on my face with the smirk to say it all. If my wife saw me right now, she would want to rip the shirt off me, and we'd have the baby, making the process begin until I put her to sleep, but the only thing she said, before I left was, “make him beg, then do what needs to be done.” Normally, she would convince me otherwise, but since it had to deal with Amelia, all bets were out the window. I stood in front of the door where the guy should be dangling from the chains. I opened it and looked at him. Dangling by the one bar in the dark room. The only light that was coming in, was the light shining from outs
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