*** Content Warning*** The following chapter depicts aggressive torture. Viewer discretion is advised.
“Hello Mr. Scott, how are you?” I walk closer to him as he starts to cough up blood. He is panting from his ribs being broken. I can tell because when he breathes, his chest doesn’t move the same way on both sides.
“Never better,” he says sarcastically. I motion for Logan and Tyler to step aside and give them the go ahead to move to the next cell. I didn’t care which one they chose, as long as Charlie was left for last. Mr. Scott sighs deeply before he speaks again. “I will tell you everything I know. It was never my intention for our Luna to be put in danger, but by the time I knew anything was happening, it was beyond too late.”
“Explain,” I growl as I take my seat in front of him
