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My back hit the wall and the dragging stopped.
The rattling of chains took all my attention and I was able to make out through my still blurry vision, Samuel sliding my wrists into a set of cuffs in front of me.
A blanket was draped over my shoulders then.
I startled when my father was suddenly crouching down in front of me, right in my face.
“Open,” he commanded.
When I resisted out of well-learned instinct, he grasped my jaw, forcing it open.
Then a cigarette slid between my lips.
“Drag deep,” he told me.
I did, knowing I needed it to clear my head. Badly.
He eased it away for a moment afterward as I expelled smoke.
Then he repeated the process until the entire cigarette was smoked down to the butt.
He crushed it in his hand, not the least affected by the fact it was still alight, then he tossed it away behind him and stepped back, Sam coming to the forefront again.
My head lolled back against the wall as a massive headrush assaulted me.
“Where?” I murmured through it. “Where are they?”
“Fuck, he has no clue,” Sam groused to my father.
“He probably doesn’t know his own name right now. That’s all.”
Sam grasped my chin and guided my gaze to his, and I was able to make out his hazel eyes narrowing on me. “We’ll get to that, but first I need you to tell me what you’re taking.”
“Taking?”
“Medication.”
I frowned, struggling to draw the answer from my memory.
It took me a few moments, before I was able to reel off the names.
“Jesus,” I heard my father exclaim.
“Those sedatives could’ve killed him,” Sam bit at him.
“There’s no record of this usage anywhere.”
“No more sedatives. You need to subdue him, you use your many other methods.” I heard beeping and then he turned to my father. “You’re calling for a supply of his meds?”
“He’s going to be useless otherwise.”
“And no fun to punish for you.”
“There’s that too, yes.”
I heard low rumbling then as my father spoke to whoever the hell it was. I strained and managed to make out the phone. Him. Samuel. Then the room itself.
Shit. It wasn’t the dungeon in the Monroe Estate, which would’ve been bad enough.
