Lin Feng's screams slowly dissolved into ragged breathing, each exhale wet and painful. By the time the men finally stepped back, he was barely able to lift his head from the cold concrete floor. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, pooling beneath his cheek in a small, dark puddle that spread slowly across the filthy surface.
The cell fell silent, though not with calm or mercy. Just waiting. The kind of stillness that preceded something worse.
Chen Wei wiped his knuckles slowly on the edge of his shirt, examining the blood there with detached interest before looking down at the broken man on the ground. "Do you remember what you used to say?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying through the small space with unsettling clarity.
Lin Feng didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was too swollen, his thoughts too fragmented by pain and terror to form coherent words.
