Jax's POV
The crack of the whip came once again across my back, drawing new marks of pain into the torn flesh. I was suspended from the chains, hands tightly above my head and my body swinging with each strike. The blood was running down to the sides and dripping onto the floor of concrete in rhythmic drops. I clenched my jaw and looked straight ahead at the wall. No sound escaped from my lips. Elias moved nearer, his steps crunching in the puddles of my blood.
"You think that you can still hold your silence?" his voice reverberated from the walls of the interrogation room. "Where is Nova? Tell me and all will end!"
I remained silent. The pain in the ribs from the previous blows was hurting badly, but I breathed evenly. The silver bracelets bit deeply into my hands each time I moved. I
