“You... What are you planning to do?" Jaylen struggled to speak, throat so dry that his voice came out raspy and weak.

He tried to scoff, but he didn't have the strength.

Alick, standing next to the bed, said calmly, "We're not going to hurt you."

Jaylen let out a bitter laugh.

“Bring him over here," Alick ordered, and his assistant was roughly pulled to the bed.