CHAPTER 99 A MOLE

JARED'S POV The room was a dark, small cell with a cold gray wall and a single light bulb that created light into the room. The air was heavy with the scent of fear and sweat. A single metal door with rusted nails and a small window led in and out.   In the center of the room, a woman sat bound to a chair, her wrist and ankles secured with rough rope. Her eyes were depressed, her face pale and filled with pain.   I stood off to the side, a satisfied smile spreading across my face as I watched the scene unfold.   Two men loomed over the woman, their faces filled with cruel determination. One held a pair of sharp knives while the other man was holding a hot iron, its surface glowing red.   The woman's eyes were filled with tears as she stared at her tormentors, her breath coming in between her ragged gasps.   Just then, the man holding a pair of sharp knives walked up to her, grabbed her hand, and cut out one of her fingers. The blood from the woman's hand filled the floor as