From out of the far distance, Samuels heard something. It might have been the rustling of rats but something told him differently. He eased himself up to a sitting position, grunting with the pain lancing through his ribs. They’d beaten him expertly, pummeling his ribs and guts before stripping him, pressing the broad-bladed knife over his manhood. ‘It will only take a second,’ said the one in white, that s******c grin set like a permanent feature on his face. Using the blunt edge, he lifted up Samuels’ member. ‘A quick flick of this blade …’ He chuckled. ‘It’ll hurt, my friend. It will hurt a lot. So tell me all that you know.’
Within a few minutes, Samuels revealed everything. That there were two more men in his party, that he wanted no more of it, that Roose’s plan was to kill them all
