His screaming had the tears drenching her cold face. It had been the same for two excruciating days. Neve didn't know if she could take the sound of his agony much longer. The more she wailed at them to stop the more beaten Zeke came back.
They thrived on his torture.
Gripping her hair tightly Neve closed her eyes praying that it would end. A sob came from her lips the sound vibrating against the concrete walls as another agonising wail slammed into the room.
Wolff hadn't come yet. He was on his way, she could feel him getting closer. It must have been the bond between them. She could feel it's strength. It was the light in a constant darkness.
The creaking of the industrial door to her far right had Neve running to the corner of the prison. A frown took her face at the man who entered
