Chapter 70

MARK'S POV:

It felt as though the very walls of the cell were conspiring to crush me, their suffocating and oppressive presence closing in on all sides.

In a fit of overwhelming frustration and despair, I began to pound the unyielding concrete with my fists, each impact reverberating and amplifying the intensity of my emotions.

My shouts echoed off the unfeeling surfaces, serving as a stark reminder of the cold and indifferent environment that surrounded me.

The cell police officer’s voice pierced through my fury like a knife. “Shut up in there!” he shouted. His voice was a harsh bark, filled with the authority of someone used to being obeyed.

But I didn’t care. I didn’t listen. For hours, I’d been pestering him to let me speak to Paul, but he refused, dismissing my pleas with an indifferent wave of his hand.

Now, my patience is gone. I decided I would make enough noise to force him to let me talk to Paul.

As I raged on, my voice grew increasingly hoarse and frayed. Suddenly, the b