Mystery Person

Jax

TW: may involve severe forms of disturbing torture.

I spit the blood out and smile at the guard in front of me. My teeth are bloody from the numerous beatings I had received. My hands are tied behind me to the chair, and my legs are bound together.

Blood drips from the cut on my eyebrow into my eyes as I try to blink it away. My hair sticks to my forehead due to the mixture of blood and sweat.

Veronica had ordered them to beat me to a pulp. I'm guessing the beating will be worse when they find out Micheal can't hand over the company as expected.

Pain.

I've welcomed pain all my life, I'm almost immune to it.

Pain has always been a necessity in my life. They must be so damn stupid to think a few punches here and there will break me.

I laugh out loud. The guard by the door halts his movements and stares at me "What are you laughing at?" He must be enjoying the superiority of being in charge of me for the short period he's got.