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.

folded the bag and held it in hand as they continued the journey since she

after making sure she is okay, took her hand in his and led her on

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

glanced around taking note of every feature, Davis held her tightly as she followed with slow deliberate steps. "Still feels like a medieval

way," Davis said evenly, his voice echoing against the stone. "Fear is the

corridor, reinforced titanium impenetrable doors stood. A small panel read

lay the Interrogation

Soundproofed. Reinforced with lead walls. Surveillance monitors

array of tools—nothing flashy. Just efficient. On the far side, Room 9 had already been prepared. The walls were damp, the chains

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

the viewing glass, where a young man — Barry was

many days has he been this way?" She

days." Stone’s voice

talk." She said with certainty.

doors hissed open again behind him,

this dungeon—truth wasn’t asked for.

air hung heavy with moisture, dread and fear so

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 it. His face was swollen,

at the tattoo "Brotherhood of the dagger and

spent in this hell—welts, bruises, burns, and

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

stood beside him, her expression unreadable, though her hands were clenched behind her back as she

approached the man slowly, wearing gloves now. His boots echoed across the room. A small trolley of steel tools

of pliers, a cold smirk playing on his lips as rolled towards the chained man who

ready to speak?" He asked menacingly that the man shivered at his aura yet

been patient," Ethan said quietly. "Too patient." "You

approached unhurriedly, Ethan grabbed Barry’s hand to hold it in place

eyes widened. "No... no, no,

as a fingernail was

eyes didn’t move.

Another nail.

Another scream.