This was going to hurt. Wrists bound above his head and feet swinging several inches above the concrete floor, Riley braced for the coming pain. Brooks shoved the paddle against Riley’s abdomen. Electricity roared through his body. His muscles convulsed. His teeth clenched. “You still sticking to your story?” Brooks demanded. “Don’t have anything else to share?” Riley struggled to catch his breath. “I’ve told you all there is to tell.” His muscles burned. His shoulders throbbed with the effort of supporting his full body weight. His jaws ached from clenching his teeth. “I just want to keep my job and stay out of prison.” Brooks thrust the paddle at him again. Riley’s body shuddered. Fire seemed to ignite across his skin. His stomach clenched. “Just kill him and get it over with,” Howard suggested. “This is a waste of time.” Brooks laughed. “I’m not done yet.” He reached toward Riley once more. “Wait!” Riley heaved a halting breath. “Wait,” he muttered.
