Harper’s POV
Pressing my hands over my ears doesn’t stop the sounds from Logan’s cell from reaching me. The grunts and groans of pain, the sound of something hitting flesh, and the shouts of pain; it all filters through my hands as I squeeze my eyes shut.
Another scream and then a cracking sound makes me whimper. I push further into he far back corner of my cell, hoping and praying that it stops soon. I wish for the silence from earlier to return.
Anything would be better than listening to this.
Someone is beating him, or doing something of the sort, and he keeps screaming and shouting in pain. They’ve been at it for a while, and the longer they torture Logan for information, the more frightened I become.
The elders said torture was okay, and they included me in that instruction.
