“What kind of intrusive thoughts?”
“I don’t know… Like what would happen if you shoved your hand in there.”
Sinclair blinks at me, his face blank. “Can’t say I do, no.”
“Huh.” I shrug.
“But go ahead, whisk a confession out of him.”
“Har. Har,” I reply, experimenting with the settings. The whirring sound makes the man whimper behind me, and I slowly spin on my heel with what I’m sure is a manic look on my face.
Maybe the brain bleed did more damage than I thought because, for the first time I can recall, I’m enjoying myself. “Let’s try this again, shall we? Where’s my wife?” I enunciate eachword as I take slow steps closer. “Tell me, and you can spare yourself a lot of pain.”
“Liar,” Sinclair coughs into his fist behind me, and I glance at him over my shoulder with a ‘what the fuck?’ look.
“Why don’t you leave if you aren’t going to be helpful,” I suggest.
He holds up his hands. “I’ll behave, teacher. I promise.”
Grumbling under my breath, I turn back to the man who needs to tell me what I want to hear this instant before I lose my damn mind. Every second counts.
“Final chance. Where’s my wife?”
When I bring the whisk dangerously close to his face, his eyes blow wide, the whirring sound loud and threatening.
“They took her to some warehouse.”
“Where?” I growl.
“I don’t know.”
“Liar,” Sinclair pipes up again, just to piss me off.
Inhaling a deep, steadying breath, I turn to face him so slowly that it feels like I’ve aged a decade by the time we lock eyes. “Don’t you have somewhere better to be? A tight pussy to fuck, perhaps?”
“Not at this present moment in time, no.” He matches my dead tone, but I don’t miss the slight twist at the corners of his mouth. He’s always been an infuriating fucker when he wants to be.
“Well then,” I grit out with a fake-ass smile. “Shut your mouth and let me drill for oil in this man’s Uranus.”
He barks a laugh. “By all means, go ahead. Let off steam.”
As I swivel back around, the chained man panics, swaying back and forth with the effort of moving away from me. “No, no, no. I don’t know anything, okay.”
“That’s unfortunate for you,” I say as I drop into a crouch behind him.
He screams and wails and sobs when I shove the whisk into his rectum, my thumb hovering over the switch. “I’ve been very patient with you today, but unless you talk, you’ll soon find out that patience isn’t my virtue. Your boss has my wife, which makes me the most dangerous man on the planet. I’m not pissed, okay? I’m beyond enraged. The correct wordage doesn’t even exist in the human language yet. So unless you want me to make rectum mash of your asshole to go with your meatballs, I suggest you tell me where your boss took my wife.”
“Oh, God,” he chokes out, trembling violently, his remaining teeth chattering. “Okay, okay.” Sucking in a breath, he lisps, “They took her to the abandoned warehouse near the burnt-down cigarette factory. You know, the one on the news a few years back.”
Sinclair shakes his head as he laughs quietly, rubbing his forehead. He knows what comes next. He knows what Ineed.
With a flick of my finger, the mixer whirrs at an alarming speed as blood and shit gushes from his rectum and onto the floor. I push deeper, a red haze taking over me. If the angels could scream, I’d be in heaven now.
They keep me in a human-sized cage in an abandoned warehouse, a large, open space, with nothing except this cage and two bored bearded men seated on upturned crates. The sickly scents of mold, damp leaves, and cannabis prick my nose. They’re men of few words except when I rattle and kick the rusty bars, which makes them holler and sneer. One of them even cups his junk and makes a lewd gesture with his fingers and tongue despite Dalton giving him strict instructions not to touch me.
Once a day, they drag me out of the cage to relieve myself in a bucket in the corner. It’s humiliating and demoralizing, but they enjoy that, judging by the twisted gleam in their eyes as they watch me pull my pants down and crouch over the bucket, careful to hide my modesty.
Then I’m hauled back and tossed inside the cage. If I’m lucky, they slam the cage door shut and return to their crates, but there have been times when they followed me inside and cornered me against the bars.
