Cheryl POV
The force of the cold water that punched everywhere on my skin—woke me up.
I was soaking wet, dripping everywhere.
Another whole bucket welcomed me again and obstructed all passage for breathing. I choked up.
I was coughing continuously. I was sure no one could differentiate between tears and the water on my face, for they consecutively threw buckets of freezing liquid on me—waking me up anytime I gave up.
My wrists were chained to something up high, for the room was pitch black that I couldn't know what I was tied to. Although I saw their faces, I knew my torturer's faces—they were the two men who usually followed behind Finn. They were those who knocked me down when I pulled the trigger, having the small iron penetrate Finn's chest.
They were enjoying their formula on
