MISTAKE 189

Chapter 189: Old Master Madison Meets Martin

"No, please! You can't do this!" Martin continued to beg, his words tumbling out in a desperate torrent. "Name your price. I'll pay whatever you ask; just let me go!"

The men acted as if they couldn't hear his pleas, With cold efficiency, they grabbed Martin's arms and shackled him to the damp stone wall. The chains clinked ominously as they secured the restraints, biting into Martin's skin.

"I...I have powerful friends," Martin stammered, his eyes wide with terror. "They'll move heaven and earth to find me. You're making a huge mistake!"

One of the burly men smirked cruelly before producing a dirty rag. He shoved it into Martin's mouth, muffling his frantic words. Martin choked and sputtered, panicking, seizing his body.

With a sinister laugh, the men turned and exited the cell, the door slamming shut with a booming finality. The sound of the lock engaging was like a death knell to Martin's ears.

Alone at last, Martin wept openly behind his gag. His shoulders shook with sobs as the reality of his nightmarish situation crashed over him in waves. The cell seemed to close in around him, the shadows taking on distorted, menacing shapes. He strained against the chains, but they refused to give. His wrists already felt raw and abraded from his futile struggles.

What horrors awaited him here? Would he ever see the light of day again? The questions swirled incessantly through his mind.

As the hours ticked by, Martin's throat became parched. He longed for even a sip of stale water to wet his cracked lips. He was tired; he leaned back against the cold stones, letting his eyes

slide shut...

The dank, musty air of the underground cell assaulted Martin's senses as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes straining to adjust to the dim lighting that flickered ominously overhead.

The throbbing in his head served as a cruel reminder of the ordeal he had endured, and the weight of the restraints that bound his wrists and ankles filled him with a sense of dread unlike anything he had ever experienced before. "Please, let me go!" He cried out, his voice echoing off the cold, unforgiving stone walls that surrounded him. The words seemed to hang in the stale air, mocking his desperation. "I'll do anything you want; just don't hurt me!"

sound of approaching footsteps sent a chill racing down his spine, causing the hairs on the back of

worst, his heart pounding against his rib cage with such force that he

Madison, a name that carried weight and commanded respect in their circle-a name that struck fear into

a tidal wave threatening to drown him in its icy depths. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat, his tongue suddenly feeling like lead. "Martin Jones," Old Master Madison spoke at last, his voice crackling with authority. "Your niece, Emma,

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sank, and he shook his head vehemently, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. "Please, sir, I had no knowledge of their marriage. If I'd known, I would have advised against it. In fact, I had planned to give her to someone else in marriage." He could feel the sweat beading on his brow, his palms growing clammy as

growled, taking a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "I want her out of

could feel his heart pounding in his ears, the sound drowning out all else. "I'll do my best, sir,

word I say.

sardonic smile played across Old Master Madison's lips, sending a shiver coursing down Martin's spine. "Is that so?

make sure this elderly man understood that it

going

dialed a number. Martin held his breath, his chest tightening with each agonizing

sweetness that made Martin's stomach churn. "Your father has something

trembling. "I've been captured, and they want Emma to leave her husband, Richard. You have to contact her and

silent for a moment, and then Emma's laughter rang out, cold and mocking, cutting through Martin like a knife. "Then they should kill you," she spat, her words laced with venom. "How can a father not protect his nieces?" You should sacrifice yourself for

had opened up beneath him, swallowing

he fought back the tears

way? Before he could utter another plea, the line went dead, and Old Master Madison pocketed

Nieces care nothing for your well-being. They would sooner see you dead than heed

slumped

the cell as he turned to leave, his parting words hanging in the

one chance, Martin. Make

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