#Chapter73
Drake and Tate sitting next to the door on the ground covered in blood.
/"What the fuck is going on, you were supposed to wake me/" I tell them ripping the door open.
/"We have been trying for hours, none of us could wake you and your bloody door was locked/" Tate says, Following me downstairs.
I walk into the cell they have him held in and find him strapped to a chair naked. Tyson holding a pair of scissors in his hand cutting off his earlobe on the one ear he has left. Tim screaming and thrashing.
/"Give me that/" I tell him, snatching it from his grip.
/"Who let you down here?/" I demand.
/"Myself, you wouldn't wake up and they have been at it for hours already/" Tyson says snatching the scissors from me.
/"Where is Ace?/"
/"Upstairs, he couldn't handle it,/" Tyson says. Though I was quite shocked how calm he was as he walked over to the table.
/"Out now/" I tell him.
