Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Interrogations 1

Davis took a deep breath to recover from his rattled emotions, Jessica patted his face carefully taking note of every changes but then it had turned indifferent. She sighed.

With a click she pushed the door open, Ethan standing by the side, nodded slightly as he arranged the wheelchair standing as a human fence while he eased into the wheelchair with little effort.

The shadow guards quietly spread their tentacles, surveying the environment for any potential harm but then was met with silence and stillness of the vicinity.

The tall building looming tall, cold and quiet in the distance like a sedentary waiting on his employer.

Quietly the trio\ moved forward stopping at a large heavy iron door, it’s light coming up as they stopped at the door.

Ethan places his hand on the biometric after confirmation, it groans heavily as it opens up inward revealing a simple waiting lounge, a flight of stairs descending into the darkness at one side and at the other a computerized elevator needing a pass to be used.

A low hum vibrated beneath their feet, coming from the secured energy grid powering the hidden facility. Hidden deep beneath public records, this place didn’t exist. Not legally. Not morally.

Silently, the trio stepped into the elevator after the identification process with heavy hearts and mixed emotion. Jessica subtly cast a glance at Davis but his expression remained unreadable and cold.

The elevator descended with ease ,it’s light flickering ominously. At the final stop, it dinged open revealing a wide hallway, Davis with practised easy, manoeuvred the wheelchair forward, followed by Ethan and Jessica. A burly heavy built youngman Codenamed ’Stone’, stood, he bowed respectfully in welcoming the group. "Boss, you’re welcome."

Following his words, other voices echoed through the sound system subtly installed in various locations of the hallway "welcome boss". Davis nodded lightly. Stone led the way while they followed behind.

The man skillfully led them through several hallways with the atmosphere, darkness, pungent smell and temperature changing as one progressed further.

The only sound was their footsteps and the creaking of the rusted hinges. The air, thick with dampness and age, carried the unmistakable scent of metal, mold... and old fear.

They passed another checkpoint—a hidden biometric scanner disguised behind an old fuse box. The man placed his palm on it. A soft click sounded as another steel gate hissed open.

The hallway widened into a chamber with thick, barred cells on either side, many empty, some filled with shadows that didn’t move. Chains dangled from walls. Blood stains old and new, decorated the floor like twisted graffiti.

With the smell getting terrible, Jessica felt her stomach churn, her breathing almost coming in gasps. Her footsteps halted. Davis noticed her brief stop and halted. Slowly, he moved over to her ’"Are you okay?" He asked with concern.

Jessica felt her stomach tighten further. She needed to vomit but then she had to control herself. Davis signaled the people around him to give way.

He pulled out some disposable small bags from his pocket and handed them to her. Jessica stared at him with disbelief and surprise. "When did you get this?" She asked.

Davis rubbed his brow. "When you insisted coming with me?" He had expected her nauseous symptoms to act up due to the smell, sight and feeling this damned space will give.

Jessica folded the bag and held it in hand as they continued the journey since she was able to put it under control.

Davis after making sure she is okay, took her hand in his and led her on while he controls his wheelchair with the other.

As they arrived at a darker area, the man flicked a switch on and several sodium lights came up, illuminating a wide hallway.

Jessica glanced around taking note of every feature, Davis held her tightly as she followed with slow deliberate steps. "Still feels like a medieval hellhole."

"It was designed that way," Davis said evenly, his voice echoing against the stone. "Fear is the first confession."

At the end of the corridor, reinforced titanium impenetrable doors stood. A small panel read their identities, scanned their pupils, and unlocked with a hiss of hydraulics.

Beyond lay the Interrogation Sector.

Dimly lit. Soundproofed. Reinforced with lead walls. Surveillance monitors glowed faintly, showing live feeds from each chamber.

The man opened a case and revealed an array of tools—nothing flashy. Just efficient. On the far side, Room 9 had already been prepared. The walls were damp, the chains sterilized, the restraints tested.

"He’s ready," the man reported. "We’ve dosed him. Ethan nodded lightly with an air of indifference.

Jessica stared through the viewing glass, where a young man — Barry was bound, stripped of dignity but not yet of secrets.

Her gaze didn’t blink. "How many days has he been this way?" She asked Stone.

"Three days." Stone’s voice boomed.

She nodded. "Not enough for him to talk." She said with certainty. Stone stared at her speechless.

Davis rolled the wheelchair forward. The doors hissed open again behind him, sealing them into silence.

In this dungeon—truth wasn’t asked for. It was extracted.

Inside the room was colder than usual. The air hung heavy with moisture, dread and fear so thick and suffocating.

Davis approached unhurriedly, Ethan grabbed Barry’s hand to hold it in place for Davis. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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