"It seems Ethan was unable to get the memories out of you." His voice hid a dangerous intent behind it, nostrils flaring as he watched her like a hawk. Her lips were sealed shut, and she could feel the pinching of the invisible ties digging into her already ripped flesh. Her shirt was torn from the sides, falling loosely off her right shoulder. Her jeans were the same, torn as blood trickled from the skin, passing down her legs. Her shoulder blades were bruised, and each time they lifted as she breathed, there was a harsh sting that recoiled.