Elijah stood at the center of a dark and cold room. Only the light that is hanging off the ceiling above him illuminates the room. But that was not even enough because he could not see the faces of the ten men surrounding him. Only their legs and shoes could be seen.
But despite that, he knew who those men were. With just their silhouette, Elijah could identify them. They grew up together after all.
"This is going to be fun," Daxon said as he stepped forward, making the light reach his face. Elijah instantly saw the smirk on his lips making him roll his eyes. Daxon may be an odd man but when it comes to torturing people, he goes along well with Tim and Nic.
"Shut up and just get this over with," Elijah groaned. Unlike other people that were about to receive torture from the men surrounding him, he is not bound to a chair or the ceiling. He was just standing there like a willing victim waiting for the men around him to start beating him up.
