DEVON'S POV
“Zeus.“ I squatted down in front of him and raised his face to mine with one finger. His one eye was darting around, refusing to meet my eyes.
“Missed me?“ I cleared my hands of his blood.
“Screw you.“ He rasped.
“No, thank you.“ I laughed in his face.
“You,” I said, pointing to a guard standing nearby. “Fit him in.“
“Yes, Alpha.“
He hoisted him up and fitted him into the torture chair. I had never had any reason to use this chair. Even my father wasn't sure when or how the chair got to our dungeon.
He closed the strap around his wrists and ankles, and he struggled in vain against the chair.
“Don't hurt yourself before I have the chance to.“ Jason entered.
“Ah, my torture master. I would love to work on you myself, but I might just kill you if I'm not careful.“ I wa
