Unconscious

Cedric's screams infiltrated the prison as they tortured him. His lips were busted, big purple bruises around his eyes with little cuts scattered all over his face.

But that was nothing compared to the wounds on his body. With the way they were going, they were going to torture him to death.

And that was the last thing he wanted. Dying for another man's crime.

“Are you ready to talk now?" Ragi asked, as soon as his screams died down.

"I don't know how else to convince you that I am innocent. I had nothing to do with this, you have to believe me, “ Cedric pleaded.

Ragi stared at him critically.

“Let's do it this way, don't admit it. Give us a name. Tell us who is holding her. Easy, right?" Ragi tried to reason with him.

“You don't understand. I don't know anyone!” Cedric spat out.

“Why are you so stubborn? Fine, no names. Just give us a location. Where can we find the girl?" Ragi persisted and Cedric slammed his injured fists on the table with annoyance.

“Are you deaf? I said I
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