*NOTE: THIS CHAPTER AND SOME FOLLOWING IT DEAL WITH TORTURE. I'm trying to avoid being too graphic, but interrogations like this are a part of Drake's life, and necessary to the story. That said, I want to ensure my readers know that I, in no way, encourage, support, or would enjoy torture. I simply have to be realistic. Things such as this are part of the main issues being dealt with in this story. If any of this will trigger anyone, please don't read chapters with a note like this. That said, I hope you enjoy my book*
Drake POV
“Taylor, long time, no see,” Drake smiled at his friend as she waltzed confidently down the corridor, her plump, painted red lips pulled up in a grin of her own. Her ruby-red, curly hair pulled back in a no-nonsense pony tail that swung languidly back and forth
