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At around five in the morning, we finally gave up on torturing the assholes and transported what was left of their bodies to the pack cells. All the alphas in Jasmine’s family had gotten involved, taking turns. After Jasmine’s grandfather began his work, it wasn’t long before Jasmine’s uncle also joined us. True to Tyce’s words, he shoved the knife into their literal assholes. But even with so many people taking turns to find new and creative ways to torture, it ended uneventfully.
The pack members we held hostage either truly didn’t know where Jasmine was or they were exceptionally good at keeping their mouths shut. I leaned toward the former. I didn’t think it was possible anyone was that good. We’d tortured them in every way possible, they were begging for death, and they still
