He didn't know where to support Anna Jadwin, no part of her body was free from injury.
Her face was terribly swollen, her body whipped to the point of collapse.
Wayne Bailey gently grasped her shoulder, his menacing gaze sweeping over his shoulder.
All the prisoners recoiled in terror, the warden's throat seizing up, unable to utter a single word.
Wayne Bailey muttered a low command, a brutal scarlet in his eyes.
This entire prison was about to become a graveyard, the prisoners who watched Anna Jadwin suffer without offering help, would taste a hundred or a thousand times her pain, sentenced to a lifetime of servitude, moved to other prisons, never to step out again!
"How will the young master deal with her?" Wilfred looked at Evelyn Ellis.
Wayne Bailey sneered, "Letting her die would be too easy. I want her to wish she was dead."
"I know what to do."
Evelyn Ellis huddled fearfully on the ground, pleading desperately for mercy.