The Return Of Zade Delamonte: The Humiliated Son-in-law

The Chairman

In the torture room, Zade was covered with bruises and bound to a chair to prevent him from defending himself.

His nose was broken, and a heavy blood clot on his busted lips and swollen cheeks.

"You seem to be enjoying this better than we do," The statement was accompanied by a punch in his gut.

Zade let a low growl, gritting his teeth together at the intense pain.

"You must have high pain tolerance."

Another punch.

Zade's head fell over as he took shallow breaths. He felt an exhilarating pain as they grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up.

"You don't have to go through this. Your stubbornness will do you no good at this point. Just admit you stole the box and we can work things out amicably," The officer offered.

"Fuck you!" Zade spat in his face, earning another punch in the face.

"Is that the best you've got?" He grunted amidst the pain.

The officers were shocked by his arrogance. For a poor man who owned nothing other than his life, his ego was over the moon.

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