Chapter 82: Round Three…
Ethan's men placed many cameras with the pale blue lights that were all aimed at Danielle.
She sat in the middle of the frame, tied to a metal chair.
There was a bomb vest put on top of her trembling body.
Her eyes were half-open, face pale from exhaustion and starvation. The bruises along her jaw were purple and deep.
She was tired…so tired of this madness that Danielle promised if she'd ever survive this-she would disappear far away from anyone who meant her harm.
Ethan adjusted one of the cameras, humming softly as if he were preparing for a concert rather than a public execution.
His hair looked so messy and his shirt was splattered with someone else's blood. Yet he looked too calm and happy.
"Perfect," he said, smiling at the screen as it went live. "Now everyone gets to watch."
Jackson lay on the ground, he was also barely conscious after the beating that was done.
