117 : Spill It

Hudson pulled a chair and sat on it, facing Dennis who was strapped to a chair opposite him and looked beaten up, his head bent down.

"You mean he didn't say anything at all?" Hudson asked coldly.

Bethel pulled Dennis's hair hard, dragging it back, revealing his swollen face to Hudson, one of his eyes was swollen and closed, his nose was already broken, and his cheeks were swollen and also had a cut, his cheeks were bruised and swollen, his face was covered with blood. "The asshole refused to say shit, no matter how hard we beat him," Bethel said, Hudson's eyes moved to his knuckles and saw how red they had become and that the first layer of the flesh had been peeled off, that spoke length of how brutal they had beaten him up.

"Get me a plier," Hudson said, standing up from the chair he was seated on, he pulled off the suit he was putting on and placed it on the chair he stood up from.

He rolled up the sleeve of the shirt he was putting on and stretched his hand to accept the Plie
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