Maximus ran his tongue over his fangs. Blood filled his mouth, and he swallowed it greedily. He’d been starving for days. Pain radiated through him from the burns that riddled his body. He stared up at the steel doors. They will open as soon as the sun came out. His brother chose the worst torture possible. It was painful, and Maximus prayed that he would die, before the sun rose again. But death was so far away for him. No matter what happened to him, he still clung to his life. His body was frail, but he wa still breathing. He was going to burn, until his brother felt he had burned enough.
He licked his dry lips and pulled at the chains that held him down. The metal clanked in the silence holding tight.
Fuck. He needed to get out of there, before the doors opened again. The need to s
