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KAYDEN I should’ve tortured Declan more. Scalded him alive. Cut his skin slower. Melted him in acid, piece by piece. I did spend fucking hours torturing him, making him pay for every single cut he inflicted on Gareth’s body, but it still wasn’t enough. I could still smell his rotten flesh and see the smirk on his goddamn mouth when Jethro came into the basement and told me we had to go. “My little parting gift for you, motherfucker.” That’s what he said. He put Gareth in danger again. Because of me. It’s always because of me. The stitches, the wounds, the internal and external hell he’s been going through are all because of me. Declan laughed out loud as blood dripped all over his body, his face unrecognizable. One of his eyes was shut, but he still glared at me with the other one. “You’re right, Davenport, I did torture that little psycho, but he was unresponsive, no matter how much we kicked and punched and threw him around. He had this unperturbed look and it pissed me the fuck off,