Chapter 36 : Mercy, Please

Eden's POV

The wine cellar is freezing cold.

I huddle in the corner of the cellar, between shelves of red and white wine, all of which are more expensive than the bottle before it. I can't even have any to drink, or anything to drink at all, with my hands still bound behind me.

My wrists have raw, exposed cuts, and I can't even feel the sting of pain from them anymore. My face is throbbing with bruises, along with my neck and the rest of my body over the last few days of viciousness and neglect.

I'm wearing a long dress shirt that Asher has managed to put me in between random beatings and atrocious lines of questioning. I try to keep my lips sealed about where Ryder and Dante are, but it won't last long. I'm breaking slowly, and the cold, relentless torment of my body is starting to wear me down even further.

The door opens across the cellar, and I try to appear small, almost non-threatening, and maybe that will curb their appetite to hurt me further. I haven't had food or wa