CHAPTER 120

Wilson’s head snapped to the left as another vicious blow landed across his face, sending a sharp wave of pain through his skull. 

His lip split further as blood dribbled down his chin and stained his already ruined skin.

His breath came out ragged, almost too painful to bear. His arms were bound behind him with chains that dug deep into his wrists, leaving bruises under the layers of grime and dried blood.

The almost dark room reeked of sweat and rust and was unbearably hot. He shut his swollen eye and his ribs ached with each breath. A kick to his side caused his body to slump...