"Then what is it that you do know?" Xavier questioned, beginning to lose his patience.
Lucas, who was beginning to find it difficult to breathe, began tearing up. He croaked, "That I'm going to be slaughtered alive if I say something."
Xavier let him go, rushing over to grab something from the corner of the dingy room. In a matter of seconds, Lucas was all chained up. Now unable to touch his face with his hand, he wailed, "What is it that you want from me?"
"I want answers," Xavier answered, cupping Lucas' jaw, "And unless I start getting answers from you, you remain locked here, and you continue to make me lose my patience."
"Do your best," Lucas croaked, "I'm not saying a word."
The alpha rolled his eyes, before he expertly twisted Lucas' arm, so much so that Lucas shrieked in pain and tried his very best to move away from Xavier.
"Stop, stop!" He yelled.