008, no turning back
JAXON HIT THE GROUND HARD, a grunt ripping from his chest as pain shot through his battered body. His head snapped to the side, catching a glimpse of his attackers—two men looming over him like predators. His lip was split wide open, blood trickling down his chin and dripping onto the cold floor beneath him. One of his eyes was nearly swollen shut, and his knuckles were bruised, a deep purple spreading across them from the earlier fight. His clothes, once intact, were now torn and tattered, hanging loosely from his beaten frame.Groaning, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Tell Merle," He growled, his voice rough and strained, "if he wants to kill me, he can do it himself, not send his two bitches to do it for him!"
The larger of the two men sneered, grabbing Jaxon by his shirt and yanking him to his feet with brutal force. Before Jaxon could catch his breath, the man's fist slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Jaxon bent over, gasping, pain radiating from his gut as the blows continued, each hit harder than the last. His vision blurred as he tried to stay on his feet, but his body was quickly losing the strength to fight back.
The bigger guy leaned down, his hot breath brushing against Jaxon's ear as he whispered, "Just tell us where your camp is, or maybe... something happens to little miss perfect in the next room. Or that Asian kid." His voice was a venomous hiss, dripping with malice. Jaxon winced, his mind racing, body screaming in agony from the beating he'd already endured.
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