The truth

The night was long, and the torture inside the room never seemed to die.

Two hours.

For two whole hours, Nora watched him get beaten up in front of her eyes.

The guards inhumanly tortured him and did not care if he lived or not.

Her gut tightened at the gruesome sight, her breathing becoming rapid.

She felt helpless, for not being able to do anything for him.

Watching how a sharp blade was stabbed in his shoulder, the brass knuckles pierced his chest.

She silently watched him go through the agonizing pain and finally pass out when he could no longer hold it.

“Enough.” Ryan stopped his men, and the guards backed off. 

He walked in front of Liam, who lay on the floor, and sneered at his bloody face.

Turning around, he had just lifted his leg when he landed a heavy kick on Liam’s chest without a warning. “Son of a bastard.” he spat.

Nora stopped crying and looked at Ryan