Chapter twenty-nine

                                    

                                          
This is all my fault. 
I did this. 
I'm the one to blame.
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Asher's POV. 


I worry for Ace as I'm being dragged off into a torture room. 
What if he's getting tortured too. 
No
No I don't want that. 
I can't stand seeing him hurt. 
Just knowing that he might be in pain makes my heart ache with hurt. 
These masked men tie me down to a metal chair before they rip my T-shirt to shreds and take my pants off. 
What the fuck!?
Not being able to stop then by being tied down, I opt for closing my eyes and hoping whatever the fuck this is it'll be over soon. 
I scream as my eyes open in fright when a big slash gets made of my chest by a belt with metal sharp things clued to it. 
More pain spreads as a second slash slices my skin open and blood pours out. 
"Where is your main warehouse?" The leader asks me while walking closer. 
The leader of the Irish mafia. 
Fuck
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I 've gotten bruised and beaten from head to toe when they finally stop. 
I have slashes across my arms, legs, back and stomach done by belts, knifes and much more. 
I get dragged back to the cell since I don't have the energy to walk. 
The leader of the Irish mafia named James tried to get me to talk and spill all kinds of secrets but I kept my mouth shut. 
He wasn't too pleased with that. 
Hallway through he went away but that didn't stop those masked men from torturing me. 
I get thrown back into the cell where I see an already unconscious Ace bleeding heavily.   
Oh no
No
No
No
He's so pale. 
I rush over to him, ignoring the pain in my own body. 
"Ace" I whisper gently while turning him on his back and bringing his head on my lap. 
His T-shirt and jeans have been taken off of him too. As well as his shoes. 
I put my hands over his bleeding gashes, hoping it will soon stop bleeding. 
Ace is unconscious, that's good. That means he isn't feeling any pain right now.