“Wake up, you piece of s**t!” Officer Xavier’s voice boomed, shaking the dark, musty room. He stood over Victor, a six-foot tower of muscle and fury, and with no hesitation, threw a bucket of ice-cold water over his face. The sudden shock jolted Victor, his body spasming as the freezing liquid seeped into his cuts and bruises.
Victor struggled to lift his head. His eyelids were swollen, and every inch of his body screamed in agony. Blood still oozed from the deep gashes on his feet, a result of the savage beatings from Rachael’s uncle, Clark, and the police. No one had bothered to treat him—no one cared. His body was a broken mess, yet the torment was far from over.
“You killed your own son!” another officer spat, grabbing Victor by the collar and jerking him upright. His voice was venom
