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Chapter Forty-Six

**WARNING: VIOLENCE AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK**

Chapter Forty-Six - Little Timmy

THIRD PERSON

It's been a week in the underground cell. Connor was beaten to a pulp, blood dripping out from his mouth and his torso battered. He was sure that his ribs were either bruised or shattered.

Whenever one rogue had a bad day, he had to suffer whatever they wanted to do. From being a punching bag to being burned with heated silver.

Some parts of his back were already skinned from the silver and wasn't healing because of the serum.

Edward on the other hand was forcefully shoved food down his throat, burning his insides. After a few plates, they would kick his stomach and make him throw up some food, but never all.

His whole back was completely charred from the heated silver as they splashed it on him. He couldn't listen to their thoughts and try to find an escape route as he was injected with that serum.

Jacob laid in the corner, his wasn't physically hurt, but the mental pain was overpowering everything. He had to watch his Alpha and vampire friend get tortured.

But when they were done, the female rogues would come in and it'd be his turn to be tortured. They would bring him to a different cell and share him with different females of any age, every single day.

A new scar would form on his heart when he'd be disloyal to his mate. He was forced to be unfaithful to her and wanted nothing but her forgiveness.

What all three didn't know, was that their mate was going to the extreme to save them.

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"Where are they?!"

She shouted again at the rogue who was hanging from the ceiling with his arms. She whipped him again with the silver and he threw up blood.

Every rogue they brought in were tight-lipped and she was getting too impatient. She threw the whip to the corner and exited the cell. She looked at King Satanas, "Kill it."

He nodded and went back in. She had her back turned as she listened to the demon king chant before the rogue let out a painful scream.

When the deed was done, the king came out and they went to the next rogue.

Again, she whipped but they kept their mouths shut. When nothing came out, he killed them and they went to the next.

But this time, it was a little six-year-old boy. She looked at the boy sitting on the cold floor with one ankle cuffed to the wall and looked at the king, "You captured a kid?"

He shrugged, "You didn't specify who you wanted. For the record, he almost killed one of our weaker ones."

She sighed and went in the cell, closing the door behind her. She cautiously took small steps towards the boy, trying to not frighten him. He slowly looked up to meet her gaze and shuffled behind. His back was pressed up against the wall.

"It's okay," she said in a gentle voice, slowly kneeling down to his height in front of him. She put on a soft smile, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanna talk."

He seemed to calm down and came closer. He asked in a fragile voice, "Where's my mommy and daddy?"

'I'm sorry kid, big chance they're already dead,' she thought to herself but voiced out something different, "They're waiting for you."

His eyes lit up and this broke her heart a little, "Can I go?"

"I'm sorry, kid. They told me that you should answer some questions before going home."

"Like homework?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. She nodded, "Yeah, like homework. But I'll ask the questions, alright?"

He eagerly nodded. She smiled, "What's your name?"

"Timothy Hill, but my mommy and daddy call me Timmy."

"Alright, Timmy. How old are you?"

He gestured 'six' with his fingers. She asked again, "You're doing a good job. One more question, and you can go to your parents."

He nodded and patiently waited for her question, "Who is your leader?"

He tilted his head in confusion, "What does that mean?" She sat on the ground in front of him, "Someone who leads a group of people. That's a leader. Can you tell me who your family's leader is?"

"I think his name is Brandy Rubio," he said in a questioning tone. She looked at King Satanas and he nodded. She smiled back at the boy, "Thank you, Timmy. I'll go get your parents, can you wait here?"

"Okay!" he said excited. She got up and went to the bars, "Get some toys for the kid. I want him distracted."

The demon raised an eyebrow before ordering someone to do it. She leaned against the wall waiting for the person to come back and King Satanas asked, "We got the leader's name, just need confirmation."

"And we're going to get that through the boy's parents, if they're not already dead," she made sure to whisper that last part so the boy doesn't overhear.

Soon, two action figures arrived and she went back to the bow to squat down in front of him.

"Timmy, I have something for you," she said while hiding the toys behind her back. He looked up at her expectantly and she put the figures in front of him.

"They don't have friends. Why don't you play with them, keep them company?"

He had a bright smile on his face as he grabbed the figures to play. She smiled herself as she exited the cell. She looked at one of the workers, "Where's the kid's parents?"

The worker looked at the list, "The father's here, the mother however..."

"Dead," she mumbled to herself before clearing her throat, "Get me the father." The worker nodded, "Follow me, Luna."

They went to a cell in another corridor and the worker opened the cell door. She ordered again, "Get him down from there but keep him cuffed."

They did what they were told and she stood in front of the man. He tiredly looked up and spat at her, "You're not gonna get anything out of me."

"If I leave here empty-handed, I'm gonna have to make your son pay the price with his life."

His face fell at the mention of his child and pleaded, "Please, don't do anything to him!"

She shook her head, "He's fine now. I need answers and you're going to give it to me. Unless you want me to personally make you a necklace of Little Timmy's fingers."

"No! Please don't! I'll answer! Just don't hurt him!" he begged while his eyes water. She kept her face emotionless, "Your leader is Brandy Rubio, correct?"

He nodded and she continued, "Who's he working for?"

"I'll get killed for that," he said, fear lacing his words. I smirked, "Do you wanna do that with your son's head on a pike in front of you?"

He shook his head furiously, "No, please don't..."

"Tell me, and I'll make your stay comfortable."

He sighed tiredly, "It's..."

She waited impatiently, "Spit it."

"It's Francis Galore..."

Boop boop, another chapter done. I've finally started school again and my updates are gonna be later than usual but I'll try to keep it on Thursday and Sunday. Thank you for choosing to read NOBT. Please leave a vote and comment! It means a lot to me.

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-Phantom