The guards dragged a television monitor into her cell and switched it on, providing a live feed of Silas's room.
The man on the screen was drenched in cold sweat, his body curling into a tight, agonizing ball. His face was contorted in unimaginable pain.
Celine clenched her fists, staring at the screen in paralyzed horror. Corvus was an absolute monster. He was actually using this sick, depraved method to force her hand.
Every time she squeezed her eyes shut, the guards physically pried them open. To ensure she couldn't look away, they wheeled in a blinding industrial spotlight and aimed it directly at her face.
She was forced to watch her father writhe, his bone-chilling screams of agony echoing from the speakers for the entire night.
By dawn, the iron door swung open. Gino walked in, observing Celine's haggard, exhausted state.
"Has your memory improved, Ms. Sherwin? Do you recall where your siblings are?"
Celine slowly raised her head. She hadn't slept a wink. Her eyes were entirely bloodshot, her face ghastly pale. In the dim light of the cell, she looked like a vengeful ghost.
She stared at him for a few seconds before a slow, unnerving smile stretched across her face. "Now that you mention it... my memory is getting a little clearer."
Gino's eyes lit up. He stepped closer eagerly. "Where are they? Tell me where the youngest one is. If you give her up, the Boss will let you walk."

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