James
I stood watching Rage put out torture tools for Dawson, Mic, Ford and Davis to use on Jason. Savage was dragging a wiggling Jason to the hook where they were going to hang him. He should be used to this by now. He’s gotten a daily beating for the last two weeks and I suspect the one that had r*ped him was Moose. He was a sadistic son of a b*tch. Every time some brought up the gaping hole that was Jason’s ass, he would smirk. There was a reason he was called Moose.
“I’m glad you guys didn’t kill him and kept him relatively healthy. The guys are going to be so happy to deliver justice for Isha,” I said.
“We knew they would want to do that too. We would if anything ever happened to you, and we caught the son of a b*tch.”
“Awe, you love me,” I said teasingly.
He looked at me
