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I walk into the cell they have him held in and find him strapped to a chair, naked. Tyson holding a pair of scissors in his hand, cutting off his earlobe on the one ear he has left. Tim screaming and thrashing.
"Give me that,” I tell him, snatching it from his grip.
"Who let you down here?" I demand.
"Myself. You wouldn't wake up and they have been at it for hours already,” Tyson says, snatching the scissors from me.
"Where is Ace?"
"Upstairs. He couldn't handle it,” Tyson says. Though I was quite shocked how calm he was as he walked over to the table.
"Out, now!” I tell him.
"I want to help! I'm helping,” he says, his eyes lighting up as he picks up a screwdriver.
"Fine, you want to do it? Go on then, let's see how long you last,” I tell him, grabbing a chair and sitting in it.
"I don't understand why you have a problem with it. You were only 11 when dad made you torture someone,” he says walking over to Tim whose eyes widen before smirking when he realized he only had a screwdriver.
"And what do you plan on doing with that, Pup?” Tim teases, when Tyson grabs his head, shoving it to the side.
"Why would you want to torture someone?" I ask, shit I hated it when dad made me do it. Not so much now, but even I have sickened myself over the years with what I have done.
"He knows where Lucy is,” Tyson says with a shrug before shoving the screwdriver in his ear. Tim's screams are deafening.
Tyson pulls out the screwdriver covered in blood, blood pouring out his ear and down the side of his face.
"Are you going to tell us?" I ask Tim, folding my arms across my chest. Tate and Drake lazily leaning on the wall looking rather bored.
"Go fuck yourself!” he says spitting at me. Tyson punches him, his head whipping to the side and he spits blood out. I stand up looking him over.
"Good to know your limbs don't grow back,” I tell him and he glares at me.
"Tell me where the facility is!" I demand using my Alpha voice, he laughs.
"Won't work on me. And I am not telling you shit!” he says.
"He is a tough fucker, I will give him that" says Tate, yawning before dropping his head on Drake's shoulder.
Tim looked at them with disgust, muttering under his breath.
"What was that?" I ask
"I said, fucking faggots!” Tim says, glaring at me.
Drake pushes off the wall before kicking him. He goes flying backwards in his chair crushing his own arms that are tied behind him, when Drake kicks him in the face again.
I grab the front of his blood soaked shirt pulling him back up in the chair.
"Why doesn't my Alpha voice work on you?" I ask, curiosity getting to me.
"Kade. Drinking pure vampire blood prevents your commands working, and I have been drinking it for years. You can’t get me to tell you shit! Aria's mutt! All high and mighty, like his slag of a mother! You won't get me to speak. They are worth too much, and people are willing to pay whatever we ask. I organized Lucy's sale myself. Yep! She will be shipped off long before you find her" He says a cruel smirk on his face.
Tate and Drake move off the wall looking at me.
"What do you mean sold off?” Tate says, his body trembling with the urge to shift.
"How do you think the hunters' organization pays for all their fancy gadgets? Government funding?” Tim snorts, laughing.
