Emre:
I should have realized something terrible had occurred when I spotted blood on the porch. It wasn't a small amount; it appeared as though someone had been severely injured.
"What did you do to her?" Wolvin grunted, throwing another punch at Ron. They had been in the living room for the past ten minutes, and now it seemed they had resorted to torture.
"I didn't do anything to her!" Ron yelled, grimacing and spitting out blood. He was securely bound in Wolvin's chains. I couldn't fathom how anyone could escape from them, but that was the point. We knew Ron wouldn't be freed from those chains until he told us where she was.
"Then what were you doing here?" Wolvin pulled a chair in front of him, maintaining intense eye contact.
"I cannot tell you that. But just know--I didn't hurt
