Thorne’s P.O.V

I snapped my fingers and a rush of liquid was emptied on Rory or whatever his real name was. He jerked awake immediately, gasping as he was drenched by the liquid.

His eyes turned red immediately, then all of a sudden, he froze as fear replaced the rage in his eyes. His lower lip wobbled. “W-What is this? This…this…this…isn't water…” He stammered.

Folding my hands behind me, my lips lifted in a smirk as I bobbed my head. “Yes, it isn't water…” I leaned forward, taking the full weight of his gaze. “It’s fuel”

His mouth dropped, and he jerked at the chain that bound his wrists, screaming...