Valerio
Blow after blow hit my face, snapping my head from side to side. But I knew I wasn’t going to die here, in a dark, cold cell. Zane was far too much of a showman for that. So I waited, quietly, absorbing the pain and letting it fuel me.
A sudden snap of fingers made the two males step back. They retreated toward Zane, who stood in the corner with that sick smile on his lips.
“Not even a sound,” he remarked.
I didn’t reply. I merely pulled myself a little higher in the chair, feeling the ropes dig into my skin, burning. They must have soaked them in wolfsbane. Zane approached slowly, taking his time. He seemed so out of place among us. I wore nothing but a pair of pants, the others dressed in dark, rough clothing, a stark contrast to Zane’s polished suit.
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