Alpha Ethan novel Chapter 8

And the silver tightens more. I can feel the cuffs burning through my skin and tears streaming unbidden down my cheeks. This is pure torture. I don't understand what is going on. I'm too tired and in too much pain to even think straight. After what feels like forever, the man leaves me hanging from the ceiling. When he comes back, he is holding a long whip and I instantly let out a terrified whimper.

"Six men were stabbed and clawed to death at The Blue Moon Bar on Broadway. What do you know about that?" he asks me as he begins to circle me, letting the whip slowly unravel in his fist.

"I don't know anything about it! It wasn't me! I swear!"

There's a crack of the whip and a terrible pain spread over my back.

"The scent was followed back to you. Explain that!"

"I told you! I don't know! But I didn't kill anyone!"

The whip strikes my back again and I scream out.

"You know! Think!"

And I'm hit again.

This continues as I beg and plead to no avail. At one point I am bawling and hyperventilating, unable to take anymore torture. He seems to realize that he won't get any information out of me while I'm like this and he pushes the lever back up, loosening the changes so that I'm dropped to the floor with a thud. The man unhooks the cuffs and throws them to the side before leaving me behind in the cell. I stay curled up on the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold concrete. I'm unable to make myself move, everything aches. Black dots creep into my vision and eventually I am overcome by darkness.

Ethan's POV

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