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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT THREE

Author: Abby Gale
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-06 22:22:25

Eli’s POV

There’s something about a man like Silas that makes you want to break the rules of humanity. He’s not like the others, he doesn’t cave under fists, doesn’t flinch at the sight of blood, and he’s not afraid of death. Pain is a language he speaks fluently. He’s survived on it. Thrived in it.

You don’t beat a man like that with brute force.

You beat him by touching the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to see.

His fear.

And I knew exactly where it was buried.

I stood outside the cellar door, listening. It was quiet now. No screaming. No taunts. No singing. Just the faint shuffle of movement as he shifted in the chair. He was conserving energy. Smart. Bastard probably thought we’d try again with a pipe or a knife.

He had no idea what was coming.

I walked down slowly, deliberately. Matteo’s earlier rage still lingered in the air but I wasn’t here for rage. I was here for control.

And I’d take my time.

Silas looked up as I entered.

His face was a mess—one eye nearly swollen shut, b
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