Page 54 of Deadly Knight (The Bratva’s Elite #2)

“Nearly two weeks. Your Pakhan hasn’t come for you.”

I remain silent, glaring into the dark in the direction the door is, having been awake long enough before they switched off the lights. A simple torture trick to fuck with the prisoner’s senses and concept of time.

“Shame. Nothing we do to you—physically, that is—seems to harm you.”

Oh, I’m in agonizing pain. My body burns from the abuse. I’m simply not giving them what they want because hiding the pain is my power. My cards are held close to my chest.

Truth is, staying awake is getting harder and harder each passing day.

My head feels busted, like they’ve given me a concussion—which, probably.

My eyes are swollen, one nearly shut, yet closing it entirely and allowing my face that reprieve almost hurts as much as trying to see through it.

I’m weak, drained of too much blood, with very little food intake.

All my limbs remain attached, which speaks to their lack of creativity.

After two weeks, anyone I held captive wouldn’t be alive any longer.

“Seems we’ll have to break you psychologically. Your father always said you were too weak, and it’s time to see how correct he was.”

Steps pace away.

I hang my head and draw my legs up, back leaning against the bars.

They won’t break me. They can’t.

I won’t be broken as long as I keep picturing my girl’s face.