Chapter 5 To Serve The Commander

Ira’s POV

Anna’s feet kick against the dirt as two men in dark leather vests pin her arms. One cruelly grips her wrist, twisting it until she screams from the pain.

“Ir…” her scream is cut off by a hard slap, pulling a strangled cry from her throat.

“NO!” I yell at the top of my voice. “Let he...

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