Ethan's POV 

It's been three days since this torture.

They did not stop after that.

Wendy gave a small nod, and that was all the permission they needed to go further. One of the men stepped behind me and grabbed my hair, forcing my head up so I couldn’t even try to look down or avoid anything that was coming next. The other one picked up the metal rod again, this time gripping it tighter like he was done holding back.

The first strike came down hard across my chest.

I felt it immediately, not just on the surface but deep under my skin, like the impact went straight into...