Chapter 113
He was not prepared. No, not for this kind of punishment. When Asher had been snatched off the streets by some freakishly strong men he knew nothing about, he assumed it was some drug lord whom he owed money.
Wrong. He was totally wrong.
He didn’t know how long he had been in the dark stuffy room he was in but he had not seen anyone for what he assumed would be days. They didn’t even take him outside to pee or to relieve himself. When he wanted to pee he had no choice but to relive himself on his body.
The smell had clung to his skin like a parasite and his jeans remained damp.
What did they want from him?!
He had no idea. They didn’t say a word to him.
They had tied him up and left, opening the door only to slip him food.
Even when they brought in his food it was a struggle for him to eat with his hands and legs tied.
He had to crawl all the way to the plate of food and water just to eat. And he was only fed three times.
That was the least of his worries though.
He couldn’t get rid of the overwhelming fear that enveloped him.
That made him think whoever captured him was torturing him slow and waiting for him to die.
But why?!
He had gone over a list of his enemies and he couldn’t really think of who would have the time and the resources to do such to him.
Although physical pain was inflicted on him yet, he discovered what an incredible burden mental pain would add to his suffering, how a dark fog slowly crept over his consciousness, trying to rob him of his remaining power of reasoning.
He was slowly losing consciousness again, his eyes were closing… he had been slipping in and out of consciousness ever since he was brought in.
His strength was failing him, he had expended too much energy on his first day struggling. Struggling hard to no avail to loosen the ropes that tied him but they had only gotten much more tighter and dug into his skin and left angry red marks. The room was empty, nothing but cold hard concrete and a window
too high up to reach.
He had searched for a means of escape but found none.
He was served with a plastic plate and cup, no cutlery. Not even a fork, it wasn’t like he could eat with his hands anyways, they were tied to his back and he was already slowly starting to lose feeling in his limbs.
Just as he was about to fall into another troubled and uncomfortable bout of sleep, he heard a set of dragging footsteps.
Someone was coming towards him.z
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Chapter 113
Was it to offer food?
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He didn’t know… he didn’t know what day it was or if it was time to offer him food, in the little box he was time was a concept he had no idea about. He
couldn’t tell.
The footsteps stopped and he dropped his head low, giving up hope that someone was coming to him. Or for him.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door and then the door being opened.
He slowly raised his head.
No. This was no food delivery.
The man in front of him was familiar.
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