We are in Sankey's basement, Lincoln is tied on the chair and his whole face is covered in blood and open wounds, I gave him most of the wounds, but my brother did a better job at breaking his nose.
I don't know why he can't just tell us what he knows about Thomas's shooter. He is the closest person I suspect and if I have to torture it out of him, then I have all the strength to do that.
"You know if you don't talk, I'll let her make you, trust me she has no mercy." Sankey tells him but he only smirks.
Such a fool, now is not the time for him to be holding that stupid smirk.
I'm standing at the farthest corner watching as my brother is torturing him. I have my bottle of water in my hand and I drink it at every punch that he gives him. Trust me the water is almost finished and the only
