Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Falling down onto my ass by the toilet, my eyes drop to my phone on the floor and see that I didn’t pause it. I go to stop it, unable to watch anymore when they rip his shirt off and move his arms down by his sides. And begin to do another belt over his hips, waist, chest and last his neck. His large muscular body takes up most of the narrow table.
I let out a shaky breath when my eyes scan his chest and see his Lords crest, but he doesn’t have the 666 branding or any other tattoos that I can see from here, but he’s covered in bruises. Some look older than others. I place my hand over my mouth to hold in a sob when I realize this video is old. Much older, considering his lack of tattoos as well. But I have a sickening feeling this isn’t his first time with these Lords.
My chest pounds, my heart in my throat as I watch one of the Lords roll a cart to the side of the table. They put sticky pads on his chest and turn the machine on. A beeping sound fills the room, and lines begin to pop up on the screen—they’re monitoring his heart rate. It’s slow and steady at the moment, but I’m guessing that’s because he’s unconscious.
Tears sting my eyes, and I blink rapidly to clear my blurry vision.
“We shouldn’t have beaten him,” one altered voice speaks.
Another laughs. “No way he would have willingly gotten up on this table.”
“He’ll come around. And when he does, we’ll be ready.”
The screen goes black, and I grind my teeth. My watery eyes continue to scan the screen, but nothing is there.
I bring my knees to my chest and try to calm my breathing, wondering why they are sending me this. I lift my shaking hands and wipe the tears from my face. That acid taste is still in my mouth, thinking I’m going to get sick again.
My phone beeps once more, and I pick it up, immediately opening up the new email they sent me, unable to stop myself. I need to know what they do to him and why.
This video is identical to the previous one. Haidyn still lies on the table, but his swollen eyes are open, and he’s looking around aimlessly as if he’s just waking up. He seems unfazed by the sound of his heart rate. How much time passed between the two? Was it hours…minutes? I wish it’d tell me.
“About time, Spade.” One of the Lords comes into view, laughing.
Haidyn doesn’t say anything.
The guy comes to the head of the table and taps the side of Haidyn’s bloody face. “You took away our chance to play with our toy outside so she said we can play with you.” Laughter fills the room and my stomach drops.
Toy? What toy? It’s a woman. Has to be what he’s talking about.
“Fuck…you,” Haidyn says, and my skin breaks out in a sweat at the sound.
“Boys, let’s begin.” He pushes a button that he has in his hand and the table begins to move, lowering Haidyn’s head while his feet rise. Not much, just enough that his head sits lower.
The towel I saw them wet in the previous video is thrown over Haidyn’s face and the sound of his heart rate accelerates in the concrete room.
“Let’s see how long you can hold your breath.” One says before he walks over to a hose that’s hangs on the wall. He uncoils it and turns on the faucet. Water flows from the end. “Hold the towel tight.” He commands to no one in particular.
One steps to the right of the table and grips each end of the white towel, pulling it tight across Haidyn’s face.
“Someone start the timer,” he orders, and a third guy goes over to the counter and flips an hourglass as the one with the hose holds the end over the towel, and water begins to cover Haidyn’s face.
They’re waterboarding him.
My heart lodges in my throat at the sight. Haidyn fights the restraints, his fight or flight kicking in, but he’s strapped down too tight. There’s nowhere for him to go. Water splashes onto his body and the concrete floor as they wait for the hourglass to run out of time.
I blink, tears stinging my eyes before they fall down my cheeks as I hold one hand over my mouth while I watch.
Pulling away the towel, he’s sputtering and gasping for breath. His heart rate has picked up and is now echoing throughout the room at a fast pace.
“That’s one.” The man standing at Haidyn’s head laughs and places the towel back over his face, doing it again while one resets the timer. “Do you know why they use a towel?” He makes it sound like he’s talking to Haidyn, but since he can’t speak, another one bites.