Bleeding the Truth

Wyatt’s body trembled violently in the chair he was tied to. Cold sweat poured from his forehead, mixing with the fresh blood dripping from the wounds on his face and body, the result of Leona’s repeated blows.

His eyes stared blankly at the nano-fiber mask covering Leona’s face, filled with indescribable fear.

Leona stood directly in front of Wyatt, her gaze sharp behind the pitch-black mask. Her