The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 510

Grant glanced over at Sloane with a smirk, then turned back and released Garrison's throat.

Standing upright, he leisurely pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off his fingers.

Then, tossing the fabric to the floor, he took two steps back and jerked his chin at the guards.

"Beat him."

One guard pinned Garrison's arms behind his back and slammed a knee into his joints. Garrison slumped hard onto the metal floor with a sickening thud.

The other guard retrieved a thick wooden club from the corner of the room—a heavy, wrist-thick rod used to secure cargo.

Weighing it in his palm, he stepped up to Garrison, reeled back, and swung it brutally into his stomach.

Thwack!

The heavy wood slammed into flesh, echoing in the cramped space.

Garrison folded over like a snapped bow, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The warm red splattered against the freezing metal floor, blossoming into dark, jagged droplets.

The air was knocked from his lungs, leaving only a low, crushed grunt in his throat.

"No!"

Watching Garrison suffer, Sloane felt her heart shattering into pieces.

She thrashed wildly against the chains. The metal rings tore into her raw flesh, sending fresh streams of blood running down her forearms.

But she was securely shackled, and her desperate struggles only forced the chains deeper into her skin.

"Stop! Please, stop!"

He didn't scream, didn't beg, didn't even let out a full groan of pain.

He clenched his jaw like a steel trap, locking all the agony inside, letting only the faintest, broken grunts slip through his teeth.

"Ugh..."

His head hung low, sweat and blood matting his hair against his forehead and hiding his eyes.

"Stop... please stop... don't hit him anymore... please..." Sloane's entire body shook violently. "He's going to die... you're going to kill him..."

"Please... stop... please..."

The guards landed a few more blows before exchanging a look.

The club was dripping with blood, and Garrison could no longer stay upright.