Her voice sounded so small. My whole body wanted to jump between them and fight.
At that second Chloe burst through the door, acting like a woman about to faint. She fell to her knees and clutched at my hand, tears flooding her face.
“Please,” she sobbed loudly. “Amber, please… give Julius back. I’ll die if you don’t. Kill me instead. Take my life, just bring my son back.”
Chloe’s tears made my skin crawl. I wanted to slap her senseless and tell her to cut the act especially when I saw the smug grin on her face but I held back because Jason had my sister.
Jason’s eyes flared. He turned to his men. “Take her sister out. Make her talk.”
My hands flew to Jane. “What are you doing?” I screamed.
The men moved in. Two of them grabbed my arms and pinned me down. I thrashed and kicked, but there were too many of them.
Jason stepped close and leaned into my face. “Since you won’t confess, maybe seeing her suffer will loosen your tongue,” he said softly. “Maybe then you’ll tell me where my son is.”
They dragged Jane out by her hair. I screamed and pulled, but the men were strong. Jane’s legs scraped the floor. Her sobs echoed in the room.
Then the men started hitting her. Blows, kicks, and her cries mingled together. It was horrifying watching the blood on her body and hearing the sound, I almost went crazy.
“Stop! Stop!” I yelled. “Please, please don’t… Jason I don't know where your son is! How can you be this heartless? She's just a child. Please stop!”
“Jason, please! Don’t hurt her. It won’t bring Julius back. It won’t help,” Chloe suddenly begged even though her eyes still had that victorious smirk.
Jason didn’t listen. “Not until Amber tells me where my son is!”
The blows kept coming. I could hear Jane’s voice break, small sounds turning into nothing. I clawed at the men holding me.
“Let me go!” I screamed.
Finally there was a sickening silence. Then a heavy thud. I heard a faint gurgle. Jane’s moans slowed. I felt my world tilt.
They released her and I saw her clearly. Her face was swollen and purple. Blood pooled at the corner of her mouth. She could not focus. Her eyes were glassy. She whispered something and then slumped. Her breathing grew shallow. She was barely with us.
“No!” I lunged. I tried to catch her head, but my wrists were tied. One of Jason’s men shoved me back.