Ashtyn’s POV
My feet are resting on top of a table while I sit in a metal chair in the corner of the room. The lights are dimmed in the dungeon, and the way the shadows are being cast I am sitting in complete darkness. I am the thing that lurks in the dark. Your worst nightmare, at least his worst nightmare.
His wrists are wrapped in chains hung above his head while his ankles are bound to the floor. You ain’t going anywhere, you son of a b***h. Actually, that is rude. His mother is such an amazing person, I don’t understand how she produced him. Sometimes they are just bad seeds.
Hunter, Scott, and Aaron are waiting for him to wake up as they get their supplies ready. This will be fun. I never understood people who genuinely hate someone, want to see them in pain, want the worst for
