Chapter Thirty One
Frost sobbed as he lay on the cold floor at Jonathan's feet, seeking for refuge. He was curled up like a ball . The man was quite terrified, a situation that could easily be understood. Gregory hang at an awkward angle next to them, dangling from the celling as his mouth spewed out profanities at Mr. Yong. Jonathan's anger was close to driving him into insanity. He sat on an uncomfortable metal chair, hands bound behind his back and he dared a glance up, his mismatched eyes connecting with green pair of eyes, so lifeless as the body dangled from the celling. The urge to cry and grief was replaced with blinding rage that he bayed for Mr. Yong's blood. He had struggled against the shackles that had strongly bound his wrists that they had even begun cutting into his flesh. He had los
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