Markus pov
The sound of rain pounded against the warehouse roof where I had been held captive for weeks. My eyes were swollen and red from the blows to my face, my lips were bruised, and my heart raced as I watched a man, who had been brought in just hours earlier, being stabbed. Even with the rain muffling his screams, I could feel his agony coursing through me.
My stomach churned as I watched blood drip from his knees. I couldn't suppress the urge to vomit; my stomach growled, and without thinking, I bent over and expelled everything.
“Ugh... you all make me sick, especially you, the one in the black cap.” I spat out in anger, my gaze fixed on him, filled with unease.
My hands were still bound to the chair, my legs tied to its legs, and my skin ached as I scanned the room.
“Get me o
