Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 260: Interrogations 1

Davis took a deep breath to recover from his rattled emotions, Jessica patted his face carefully taking note of every changes but then it had turned indifferent. She sighed.

With a click she pushed the door open, Ethan standing by the side, nodded slightly as he arranged the wheelchair standing as a human fence while he eased into the wheelchair with little effort.

The shadow guards quietly spread their tentacles, surveying the environment for any potential harm but then was met with silence and stillness of the vicinity.

The tall building looming tall, cold and quiet in the distance like a sedentary waiting on his employer.

Quietly the trio\ moved forward stopping at a large heavy iron door, it’s light coming up as they stopped at the door.

Ethan places his hand on the biometric after confirmation, it groans heavily as it opens up inward revealing a simple waiting lounge, a flight of stairs descending into the darkness at one side and at the other a computerized elevator needing a pass to be used.

A low hum vibrated beneath their feet, coming from the secured energy grid powering the hidden facility. Hidden deep beneath public records, this place didn’t exist. Not legally. Not morally.

Silently, the trio stepped into the elevator after the identification process with heavy hearts and mixed emotion. Jessica subtly cast a glance at Davis but his expression remained unreadable and cold.

The elevator descended with ease ,it’s light flickering ominously. At the final stop, it dinged open revealing a wide hallway, Davis with practised easy, manoeuvred the wheelchair forward, followed by Ethan and Jessica. A burly heavy built youngman Codenamed ’Stone’, stood, he bowed respectfully in welcoming the group. "Boss, you’re welcome."

Following his words, other voices echoed through the sound system subtly installed in various locations of the hallway "welcome boss". Davis nodded lightly. Stone led the way while they followed behind.

The man skillfully led them through several hallways with the atmosphere, darkness, pungent smell and temperature changing as one progressed further.

The only sound was their footsteps and the creaking of the rusted hinges. The air, thick with dampness and age, carried the unmistakable scent of metal, mold... and old fear.

They passed another checkpoint—a hidden biometric scanner disguised behind an old fuse box. The man placed his palm on it. A soft click sounded as another steel gate hissed open.

The hallway widened into a chamber with thick, barred cells on either side, many empty, some filled with shadows that didn’t move. Chains dangled from walls. Blood stains old and new, decorated the floor like twisted graffiti.

With the smell getting terrible, Jessica felt her stomach churn, her breathing almost coming in gasps. Her footsteps halted. Davis noticed her brief stop and halted. Slowly, he moved over to her ’"Are you okay?" He asked with concern.

Jessica felt her stomach tighten further. She needed to vomit but then she had to control herself. Davis signaled the people around him to give way.

He pulled out some disposable small bags from his pocket and handed them to her. Jessica stared at him with disbelief and surprise. "When did you get this?" She asked.

Davis rubbed his brow. "When you insisted coming with me?" He had expected her nauseous symptoms to act up due to the smell, sight and feeling this damned space will give.

they continued the journey since she was

his and led her on while he

a switch on and several sodium lights came up, illuminating a wide

Davis held her tightly as she followed with slow deliberate steps. "Still feels like a

his voice echoing against the stone.

stood. A small panel

the

Surveillance monitors glowed faintly, showing

array of tools—nothing flashy. Just efficient. On the far side, Room 9

reported. "We’ve dosed him. Ethan nodded lightly with an air

through the viewing glass, where a young man — Barry was bound, stripped of dignity but not

gaze didn’t blink. "How many days has he been this

days." Stone’s voice

to talk." She said with certainty.

rolled the wheelchair forward. The doors hissed open again behind

asked

the room was colder than usual. The air hung heavy

chained to a rust-stained chair bolted to the floor wrists above his head. His chest bore an old tattoo—a black dagger with a serpent coiled around

at the tattoo "Brotherhood of the dagger and serpent?"

bore the signs of a night spent in this hell—welts, bruises, burns, and angry red

eyes, darting like a cornered rat, still held onto resistance. Blood had dried and cracked along his spine, sticky against

him, his eyes cold and menacing, his wheelchair crackling over the floor. Jessica stood beside him, her expression unreadable, though her hands were

wearing gloves now. His boots echoed across the room. A small trolley

a cold smirk playing on his lips as rolled towards the chained man who tried to back away from him but was held in place by

to speak?" He

"Too patient." "You wouldn’t like

grabbed Barry’s hand to hold it in place

"No...

scream tore through the chamber as a

move. Jessica flinched—just

Another nail.

Another scream.