47. ELIAS

“Where the fuck is she?”

His loud exclamation was followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I bit down on my tongue to stop the groan of pain from escaping. A few punches was nothing compared to the pain I had gone through when I was injured in the explosion.

Gripping my chin, he tilted my head back.

I watched him through swollen eyes and when he got close enough, I spit in his face.

Snarling, he punched me in the stomach, making me swing back and forth. The chains dug into my skin, making fresh blood trail down my arms.

I was glad they grabbed me and not Alex or Val. I had been trained to endure hours of torture. They were tough but Alex was already injured and they would have used that to get their answers.

“Last chance,” John growled. “ Where is Daisy?”

I gave him a bloody smile. “Fuck you.”

Nothing happened.

“Maybe you’ll start talking once your mother starts begging.”

Bile rose in my throat but I swallowed it down. He was just joking. He had to be fucking joking.

Nobody knew