(Yashira)
I jolted awake with a gasp as I felt the cold-water bite into my skin. I glared at the man in front of me as he chuckled evilly and found myself hanging from the ceiling by my wrists.
“You were doing so good, 409, or so we thought. I wanted to know if you were ready, but you’re not ready yet. You need more discipline” the bald hunter says, and a chill runs down my spine at his last sentence, making the guards in the room chuckle while cracking their knuckles.
“Do. Your. Worse” I gritted out with pure hatred, knowing what was coming. I watched as two guards went to a table and one grabbed what looked like a lead pipe and the other some brass knuckles.
“Try not to break her spine. I would hate to kill her before I break her” the bald guy said to the guards and leaned against
