Chapter Two Hundred and Four
Ahmet didn't acknowledge them.
"Open it," he ordered.
The metal door groaned as it swung open. Ahmet stepped inside.
Demir sat chained to the chair in the center of the room. But something about the sight immediately made Ahmet's eyes narrow.
The man looked… too comfortable.
Bruises marked his face, and dried blood stained his shirt, but he wasn't slumped over or gasping for breath like most prisoners were by this stage.
Instead, he lifted his head slowly, almost lazily, when Ahmet entered.
And smiled.
Ahmet's jaw tightened. The guards behind him shifted uneasily.
"This is how far you got?" Ahmet asked coldly, glancing at the men who had been torturing him.
One of them cleared his throat. "He hasn't said much, sir."
