Chapter Twenty — Six
James POV
It was evening when we were done with Jaby. It might sound like we stayed in the cell for way longer than necessary, and it was true. We had taken our sweet a*s time with that Jaby guy.
By the time we were finished with him, nobody could have possibly recognized him even if they found him alive. I could say it so confidently because I, myself could not recognize him. He was a b****y mess and a dead body. We had tortured him until his voice gave out. And enjoyed it immensely, without any regrets or guilt. Hearing him cry, shout and scream in pain gave me a sick pleasure.
I had remembered Linda's soft cry for help that night. How she had laid there without being able to move. Without being able to help or protect herself. What would he have done if I had no
