Damon’s POV

“When does this end?” I asked the bastard who's just passed all manners of hard drugs through my veins only hours ago.

“How are you still able to talk?” White Wolf groaned in his seat.

The ropes had already begun scalding my hand, and I'd grown tired of thugging it out. I had fresh injuries that needed attention.

“You're going to have to find something stronger than that. I did all those as a boy.” I huffed.

“My goal is not to knock you out, trust me. I'd have killed you if I wanted to do that. I need you to be conscious enough while you make my...