Chapter 77Riley’s head slumped forward. He was on the brink of collapse out of sheer exhaustion and had passed out several times already only to be woken up by intense pain. His normally crisp, white shirt hung from his shoulders like a badly hung curtain and what hadn’t been burnt away by the blow torch, had been stained scarlet with blood dripping from his mouth. More than half of his teeth had been shattered, some of the nerves jabbed at him sharply as he breathed, others had been pulled out separately to the enamel. Burns now covered significant portions of his body, his fingers dangled lifelessly at odd angles as every bone had been shattered in a vice-grip, and the mutilated remains of his genitals sat in front of him on the floor.
Riley knew he was at his end, and he was willing to
