The guys had beaten them so badly that their faces were not even recognizable anymore. Their swollen cheeks looked just like buns while their lips and eyes looked out of shape. The blood painting their faces also made them look pretty miserable. If not for their outfits, I might have had a hard time figuring out they were Zeka and Frank.
The duo still had not lost consciousness, but they were definitely nearing their last breath. They gave their all to keep their swollen eyes from drooping close for good when the guards pulled their hair back with force. I could see pain, fear, and anxiety within the pair's slightly open eyes.
Zeka had not recovered his senses from the beating yet and tried his best to open his eyes wider as he looked at me, blood from his forehead slipped down his cheek
