Asher’s eyes widened in terror as Damian’s chilling words echoed through the cold, dimly lit cell. Fear coursed through him, his body trembling uncontrollably as he struggled to breathe.

“Y-you… can’t do this to me,” Asher stammered, his voice weak from the beatings, but there was still a hint of defiance behind the pain.

Damian’s gaze was unyielding, his expression betraying no sympathy. “I already have. But don’t worry, we’re just getting started.”

Jackson stood behind Damian, arms folded, observing Asher’s pitiful state. “You really thought you could do that to her?” Jackson asked with a scoff. “After everything you did, did you actually believe you’d walk away unscathed?”

Asher...