Lancaster’s POV
I did not know how long I have been here. Time stopped the moment they tied me to this chair, the ropes on my wrist had cut so deep that I couldn’t feel my hands anymore and they’ve been asking the same questions over and over again with voices that did not rise or fall and hands that never hesitated to strike me whenever I gave an answer they didn’t like.
“Where is the money,” one of them asked again.
“I don’t have it,” I croaked, my throat raw, my mouth tasting like blood and bile. “I swear I don’t have it.”
A fist connected with my jaw and my head snapped to the side, the chair creaking beneath me.
“You said that yesterday,” another voice said calmly. “You also said it the day before.”
Have I been here for that long? Days? I cannot remember. The room has no windows
