59 MY STRENGTH FOR YOU

PERCY'S POV The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through the abandoned warehouse as I cried out in pain. I was tied to a chair, my arms and legs bound tightly with rope. As you know, Paulina was tied next to me, tears streaming down her face as she watched the two men continue to beat her brother. "Please, stop!" Paulina begged, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "He's had enough!" One of the men turned to her with a sneer. "Shut up, lady. This is what Max ordered. We have to make sure this punk knows who's the boss." I groaned as another blow landed on my already bruised and bloodied face. I struggled against my restraints, but it was no use. I was at the mercy of these men, and they seemed to have none. "Why are you doing this?" Paulina cried out, her voice filled with anguish. "Why can't you just live a good life, get a better job?" The other man chuckled. "Who the hell are you to give us advice? This is our life, and we're getting paid really well.