#Chapter 548: Dig Your Own Grave

Nathan My vision swam in and out of focus as the guards dragged me down a dimly lit corridor. Blood gushed from my broken nose, dribbling down my chin and splattering on the concrete floor. Each ragged breath sent white-hot lances of pain through my battered ribs. But all the while, even through the pain and the betrayal, I only thought about one thing. Olivia. Was she in danger? What had Montgomery and Dan done with her? And most importantly, how could I protect her from these monsters? Finally, we reached a heavy steel door at the end of the hall and I recognized it immediately as my impending prison. One of the brutes pulled it open with a grunt, revealing a dank, windowless room—some kind of basement cellar by the looks of it. Before I could open my mouth to protest, not that it would have even mattered, they hurled me inside like a rag doll. I crashed against the unyielding floor, crying out as fresh agony blossomed across my body. The door slammed shut behind