Chapter 11 - Help From The Shadows

Every whip lash was painfully endured by the two prisoners. Both of them kept their teeth gritted and only let out small, constrained yelps of pain. Neither of them wanted to talk, not because they would jeopardize each other—but because it would expose their own goals and missions. They were being selfish and saving each other at the same time. They were two complicated people that fit each other so well. 

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, and if you still keep your mouth shut—I'll be forced to take a finger or two," threatened their Delta. Clyde barely gave a reaction. 

The floor was already flooded with his blood but he couldn't care less. He won't die here. Even if he's too weak to break free, he knows she isn't. For the short time he's known her, he knows enough to expect her to resist for another day or two. During that time, he just needs to heal to be able to escape with her. Because he also knows she'll leave him if he's too weak. 

"What...b