Ryder
She stood and watched as Bexley beat Allister inside his cell the following morning, watched as he tried to defend himself in confined quarters, got his own fists caught up in Bexley’s cloak several times and took hit after hit, until he was just lying on the floor, a bloodied mess with Bexley standing over the top of him.
“Now you know how it felt for me to take my first beating in that place, no mercy was shown to you, as there was none to me.” Bexley stated flatly, “ten years is going to seem like forever to you, and you’re going to wish you were dead at some point in time.”
Then she held out her hand and Ryder placed a silver cuff in it and Bexley cuffed him, then she squatted there and stared at him. “Making you feel as though you were brutalized like I was. That is a dilemm
