Page 108 of Uprising

I gulp staring at the thing, at where it’s so dangerously close to me. I think I’m grateful that I don’t know where Roman is, that I can’t divulge that information, because I don’t know long I’d be able to hold out.

I’m not resilient.

I’m not strong.

I’m a coward.

A weak, pathetic person who couldn’t even save themselves.

I look across at Ty. He’s shaking his head. I can see he’s so torn, that he might just admit what he knows to spare me and I can’t have that. I can’t have come this far, have endured this much for it to all fall apart again.

“Don’t.” I say as firmly as I can. “Whatever you know, don’t tell…” My words turn to screams as Darius shocks me.

My body goes rigid, solid, as if every cell in me has turned to concrete, and yet I can feel it, white hot searing agony as wave after wave of electricity hits me. My back arches and it’s only the tape holding me in place, fighting to keep me from tearing apart.

And then it stops. Everything stops. I slump back into the chair, my breath sounds ragged, my heart thumps as if I’m on the verge of a heart attack.

“Ty…?” Darius murmurs.

I open my eyes, look across at my cousin and shake my head.

I can do this. I can endure this. I have to.

“I, I don’t know…” Ty says.

And once more my screams override everything.

My toes curl up with the pain, my fingers scrunch into fists so tight that my broken bones feel like they’ve snapped even more.

“I don’t know.”

I hear Ty shouting it over and over.

And then the pain goes and Darius is there soothing me, stroking my cheek as if he wasn’t the one inflicting this torture in the first-place.

“It’s very simple Tyrone.” Otto says.

I can’t even form words. I feel like my tongue might have swollen, that my body is no longer under my control. How I haven’t pissed myself I don’t know.

“I don’t know.” Ty yells. “I only ever met him one place.”

My heart sinks, I whimper opening my mouth to say something and Darius covers it with his hand. Ty barely speaks more than a sentence, giving away what sounds in truth like a nonsense piece of information.

Otto tilts his head like he’s not convinced.

And Darius stands back up before shocking me again.

I scream. With each new sound my voice grows more hoarse, my throat feels like daggers are slicing it open.

When the pain ceases, when I slump back into the chair, I see Otto whispering into Ty’s ear, no doubt taunting him, trying to get him to break.

And then Carter storms into the room looking between us. He doesn’t even flinch when he sees us both tied up so I guess he’s been informed of tonight’s adventures.

“You have to see this.” He says.

“What?” Darius snaps.

Carter hands him a phone and I study his face as his eyes widen.

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