Chapter 220

• As soon as the men stepped into the warehouse, their eyes landed on Tedmond, seated calmly on a chair. The gang leader, Remi, broke into a wide grin the moment he saw him.
• That chair was usually reserved for the poor souls they dragged in to torture, and now that Tedmond was sitting on it, Remi knew they had themselves a new plaything—someone to mess with for hours while they drank and laughed.
• “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a gift,” Remi said, his grin deepening as he glanced at the others. One by one, they nodded, grins spreading across their faces.