The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain

Rescues Her

Andrew’s eyes burned with rage as he glared at the assassin, who was now bound securely to a sturdy chair in the dimly lit basement.

“Where is Hannah?” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

The assassin, still groggy from the cold water Andrew had thrown on him, met Andrew’s gaze with a defiant sneer. “I told you, I don’t know,” he spat, though his bravado was starting to wane.

Andrew's patience was wearing thin. He picked up a pair of pliers from a nearby table, holding them up so the assassin could see. “You will talk,” he said with chilling calmness, “or you will suffer.”

The next hour was filled with the sounds of muffled screams and the sharp crack of bones. Despite the pain, the assassin maintained his silence. Blood dripped from his fingers where Andrew had worked with the pliers, but still, he gave nothing away.

Frustrated, Andrew leaned back, wiping sweat from his forehead. “You’re tough,” he admitted grudgingly. “But everyone breaks eventually. And you will break.”

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