JAKE'S POVThe foul smell of blood on the wet floor hung in the air with dim light casting eerie shadows on the wall in the dungeon. I stood in the center, my arms crossed, staring down at the suspect seated in front of me. His arms were tied behind him, his face bruised. Despite the series of punches from Damon, He remained unyielding. His jaw tightened.“You're wasting your time,” He spat, taking in short, labored breaths with a smirk on his face. His teeth bloodied. “You do realize you’re dead either way,” I said, stepping closer. “But you get to choose how painful your end will be.”He sat forward, looking straight into my eyes. “You can do your worst,” he said, laughing at me with his bloodied teeth.Damon let out a loud growl in frustration, landing another hit on him. This time, on his jaw. He fell backward, coughing but still refused to speak.“Who sent you?” Damon barked, pulling him and punching him over and over in a particular spot.Frustration began to creep through my s
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