The stench of sweat, blood, and damp concrete filled the room. Jaxon sat slumped against the chair, his wrists tied and l head bowed. His body screamed with pain, every nerve lit with fire from the beatings, the electric shocks, the endless hours of torment. He could barely open his eyes.He felt like shit.Calder. That fucker. He didn’t even have the balls to do it himself. He had his crows take turns beating him to a pulp, jolting him with wires until his body convulsed and he thought his heart would stop.Jaxon spat blood onto the floor, his chest heaving.Then he heard footsteps. Slow and deliberate.He lifted his swollen eyes and saw Calder walking in, his smug grin already cutting through the room.“How are you holding up, buddy?” Calder’s voice dripped with mockery as he squat in front of Jaxon.Jaxon rasped, “Fuck you.” Then he gathered what little spit he could and spat at Calder’s face.The grin vanished. Calder’s face turned red, his eyes narrowing.“That,” Calder growled,
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