It had been a month of confinement. You and Keegan had been caught during a failed mission. Each of you had been tied to chairs, the rope digging into your skin.

You were tortured daily. Whipped, punched, anything. Your captors wanted information, but you and Keegan knew better than to talk.

The door to the room opened and your eyes widened. Your captor held a scalding hot iron rod. You could hear Keegan struggling against his restraints as the captor approached you.

“Don’t touch them!”