His rules must be obeyed

Sophia's POV

Within a blink of an eye, Theodore's devilish smile wiped off his face and was replaced by an emotionless expression. My breathing became erratic as I struggled to get out of the grip of the muscular guards. I desperately wanted to inflict torture that will make the son of a bitch express pain instead.

Theodore raised an eyebrow at a guard who brought his phone to him. He stared at the screen and smirked in satisfaction before facing it to me.

My breathing halted for a few seconds the moment the image became familiar. Jason's legs were firmly tied together, and his hands clamped around the tiny chair. The surroundings seemed dusty and his face was unclean. His hair was scattered and the cloth was a bit shredded. My face couldn't escape the exhaustion that was portrayed on his face as his head hung down like someone who had passed out. A faint gasp escapes from my throat as I tighten my eyes in shame. I doubt if this image can ever be erased from my brain as my chest clen