With each violent snap echoing off the jagged walls of the cave, sharp screams followed. High-pitched cries of agony, mingling with the mocking laughter of men, filled the suffocating air.
Kael lay sprawled on the cold, unyielding ground, his chest heaving as his breath came in ragged gasps. Every inch of his body ached, bruised and battered beyond recognition.
Jason, the boy who had stood with Mike that fateful day, crouched low and seized Kael's left arm. With a savage twist, he snapped it backward, the sickening crack reverberating throughout the cavern.
Kael howled in pain, his voice raw and hoarse, the torment unbearable. His legs had been broken first, leaving him helpless. Then, one by one, his fingers were bent and snapped, each joint twisted in ways they shouldn't have been. His wrists followed. Every part of his body had been dismantled with surgical cruelty, leaving him writhing in excruciating pain.
