David was tied up to the ceiling, his legs dangling just inches from the ground.

His face was covered in blood, his whole body was sore from the torment that he went through.

He was shirtless and every part of his body had gone through torment.

He was breathing heavily, but he didn't tell them anything, not a single word.

They tried all they could, they used all their painful methods, but David didn't break.

Even the leader, the guy who was tormenting him, got tired of the whole process.

He was covered in sweat too and his arms were tingling from punching David too much, but David was immovable like a rock.

He wiped his hands clean of blood and promised David that he was going to be back.

David's head was forward as the blood from his opened wounds dripped to the floor.

He was going to keep going, they weren't going to get a single word from him.

If it were someone else, they would have told them the truth, but David knew that could get him into more trouble.

They could try

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