*Leo*
I gritted my teeth hard before spitting some blood onto the hard floor in front of me. I lifted my head and glared hatefully at the man in front of me.
I didn’t even know his name but that didn’t stop him from pounding on me. I was starting to lose track of the days since there were no windows in this plain dark room.
The Angels have been torturing me for days. If I had to guess, I would have said three or four realistically but it was definitely long enough for me to miss Bianca.
Another hard punch to my gut had me coughing and lurching forward, causing the rope around my wrists to scratch painfully against my skin.
Thoughts of Bianca and our unborn child were the only things keeping me sane right now. I refused to break. I would be strong for them.
