Trigger Warning! This Chapter Contains Details of Torture
Leon’s P.o.v.
I keep my right hand hidden as I take one final drag from the cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light. Leaning in, I pulled it from my lips with my left hand, then blew a long, deliberate stream of smoke into Jason’s face. He tries to turn away, but it’s pointless - he’s bound too tightly for that.
Without breaking eye contact, I pressed the burning cherry of the cigarette into the side of his neck.
He flinches hard, a strangled cry escaping his throat, but tied up like that, he doesn’t have room to move. No way to shield himself. And I don’t give him a second to recover - I start punching him, over and over, no warning, no mercy. My fist to his ribs. My fist to his stomach. My knuckles thud against bone and
