Clara Bennett
“Victor, please,” I said, my voice hoarse from days of barely speaking. “Just tell me what you want from me. I’ll do it. Just stop this.”
I was still chained to the bed, my wrists raw and bruised from constantly pulling against the metal. The new guard, Lena, had left me alone for a few hours, but the silence was almost worse than her slaps. My stomach ached from hunger, and my cheek still stung from the last time she had hit me.
Victor stood in the doorway, watching me with that cold, calculating look he always had. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed slowly.
“You’re finally starting to understand,” he said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Good. I want Ryder. I want him broken and delivered to my lab. You’re going to help me ge
