Jan

The bearded man’s whip cracks against the dark-haired one’s back, leaving deep red trails as he’s forced to his knees, ropes biting into his shoulders, chains locking him to the wall. The muscular blond watches, arms crossed, while the third man, average build but just as relentless, tightens the cuffs around his wrists before pressing him harder into the concrete. Every strike, every pull of the restraints, is deliberate, the marks proof of what they’ve already done.