Chapter 36

“I want a name!”

“There isn’t one,” Ian insisted.

Grady gestured to the array of tools and weapons, a mad surgeon’s tableau. Ian took a steadying breath, preparing for the inevitable.

Grady selected a large mallet, tapping it against his open palm, giddy as a child with a new toy. “Trust me. I’ll get a name out of you, even if I have to break every bone in your body to get it.”

Ian repressed a shudder, reminding himself to breathe and think, plan. Let Grady have his fun. While distracted with his sick games, he’d figure a way out of this hellhole. And when he did, he’d pay this fucker back in spades.

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