Christopher's body recoiled from the force of the blow to his stomach. He groaned in pain. The impact stole his breath away, leaving him gasping for air. Despite the excruciating sensation, his fiery gaze remained fixed on the masked man.
"Is this the best you have got? Do you think you can break me with your cheap shots?"
Christopher clasped the shackles. Only if he could get away from these shackles would he have beaten this man to death. His eyes showed the intensity of his anger.
"You are nothing but a naive fool." The man sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. He reveled in the power he held over his captive. "You have no idea what is going on around you. The woman you consider so important to you is hiding things from you. Do you know about it?"
Each word dripped with sarcasm, designed to erode Christopher's confidence and provoke a reaction.
