Theo’s pov
Since the day I made my vain attempt to break out of my cell, they increased the security surrounding it. His rabble-rousers did not approach my cell by themselves, perhaps fearing falling into one of my tricks once again. Asher was always with them, visiting my cell three times a week just to get pleasure from beating me with the whip I made to punish Heath. It was torture, but I refused to let him have the satisfaction of hearing my screams. Neither did I beg for mercy. He would stop when he thought he had had enough and leave me alone.
Of course, they didn’t unlock the shackles around my wrists and ankles. But at least now I was able to move around the cell, dragging the silver chains with me. Perhaps it was better when i was chained to the wall. Back then, they unlocked t
