JAXON
"You think you can run from me?" I questioned. The guards pushed the iron bars open and I stepped into the dark room. I snapped my fingers once, giving them the instructions to switch the lights on, and they did.
The bloody and heavily bruised young man was hung upside down, without clothes on. He was sweating profusely and dangling from the ceiling they hung him on, his body was covered in cuts and blood gushed out of the open cuts. I saw the terror and sheer horror that flashed across his eyes, the moment he saw me walk in. He was wheezing heavily, trying to pry his way out of his chains.
And, he was failing miserably while he was at it.
I chuckled and took my cufflinks off the cuffs of my shirt, handing it to one of my guys that stood outside the gates. Then, I rolled the slee
