Chapter 8

Inside the torture room, James trembled, yet he refused to yield.

He held onto the hope that his uncle had indeed answered that call from the officer.

His nose was broken and blood was gushing out from his mouth and ear.

With blood still in his mouth, he spat at Henry.

"How dare you, loser."

Henry was furious. He grabbed the knife from Jaxon and stabbed James in the arm.

"Now I'll kill you."

"Instead of this jerk to start apologizing and beg for forgiveness he is still asking for more trouble." One of the policemen said.

"Surely he has given up on life already."

"What do you expect from a nobody?"

Despite the brutal beating from Jaxon, Henry, and the two officers, James remained unafraid. Instead, he started smiling.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's demented, Can't you see?"

He scanned their faces one more time. He needed to make sure he remembered it.

"You won't get away with this. Once I'm out of here, all four of you, Jaxon, Henry, and you two officers, will face the consequences for

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