DARIUS’S POV
Sounds of screeching, pleading and crying flooded into the room, I knew by the sound that it was Dakota. I pulled at the chains, desperate to get free and help her. I couldn’t let them hurt her, couldn’t let them take her away from her pups; from Jackson.
I pulled harder on the chains, feeling them bend a little with the force. The silver seared into my skin, making it blister, but I didn’t care, I had to get to her, to save her from whatever torture they were making her endure.
As I saw the chains links beginning to form splits where they held my wrists, a loud cough sounded from the door. Roman strode in, still smiling like he was earlier, “It’s show time”, he chuckled. He walked over to me and reached up to undo the chains where they were bolted to the wall, “
