106. Freedom

Third Person POV.

Pains were all Peter felt sitting on the chair he was bound to. It had been two months

if not more since David had held him hostage.

To say he was already tired was an understatement. Peter wanted out. He had served as Andrei’s punching bag and David’s as well.

The men had vented and wanted a video that was nonexistent. He chuckled lightly at the thought that David and Andrei were fools dancing to the tune of music he had played for

them.

That was it really, because if not both men would have known he was only lying. That

he framed that video shit to get them scared and they fell for it.

Peter never knew he was that smart, yeah but what happened had confirmed that.

“Bastards.”

He swore under his breath, and a dark chuckle vibrated from his lips.

Yeah, Peter had agreed he was smart but unfortunately, his smartness hadn’t gotten him out of this hellhole and every blood in his body was screaming to be let the hell out.

If he checked properly, he hadn’t eaten for