With a flick of his hand, he signaled one of the others.
A moment later, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over Addison's bloodied form, shocking her back to consciousness. She gasped, her body trembling violently from the chill and pain. Her head barely lifted before—
Crack!
Another lash tore across her back.
Addison's body arched from the agony, the chains rattling above her with a harsh, metallic echo that rang through the dark dungeon. The only light came from a flickering torch on the wall, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. Addison's silhouette—frail and shaking—looked impossibly small in the midst of the towering figures surrounding her.
And Greg was only getting started.
