Jackson Sully didn't mean to cooperate, and Shane Winchester was stunned again the moment he grasped her arm.
Compared with her slender figure, her arm seemed somewhat thick.
Pulling up her sleeve, bruises were spread all over, filled with uneven pinholes; her arm was swollen so much that it inexplicably pained him to look at it.
"Who did this?" Shane Winchester softly spoke, yet his voice carried a bit of ferocity.
Jackson Sully wanted to pull her arm back, but couldn't match his strength, leaving him to tightly grip her wrist, revealing only a swath of pale flesh.
Without an answer, a self-mocking smile emerged in Shane Winchester's eyes. Who did this? Shouldn't he have known long ago that nothing good would happen to her since she was brought here?
But he just had to wait for some damned research; indeed, as Joshua Sulliven said, waiting any longer meant waiting to collect her corpse.
"Shane Winchester," Jackson Sully softly spoke.
