Chapter 140

Dexter

"Start talking!" I thundered, my voice echoing in the empty warehouse, after I doused his body with a bucket of cold water that stirred him up from his sleep.

He shook his head and tried to wipe the water off his face, but he couldn't as the chains that Wyatt wrapped around his body and connected to the iron chair, kept him bound.

His eyes fluttered open as he panted. "I thought that I'd agreed, what's the use of this torture?" He croaked, struggling to break off from the grip of the chains.

I scoffed at his stupidity. What made him think that I'd let him off...