“What kinds of things?” I lean back against the headboard and cross my arms over my chest. To my surprise she actually responds, disregarding the game.
She huffs a laugh. “Things we might need Cerberus’ help with.”
“Like?” Akio already knew they had done some searches but we might get a reason for it now.
“None of your fucking business. If you thought that kidnapping and torturing me wouldn't change my mind about wanting your help, thenyou’re clearly delusional.” There is that fire. I don't bother fighting my grin since it remains hidden under the mask.
Akio nods to me and I know it is time to go. We stand as one, but her quiet voice stops us. “Will I ever get out of here?”
Something in my chest clenches at her question.
“We’re working on it,” Akio says at the same time I answer, “I dont know.”
My brother and I exchange glances. His answer was clearly intended to give more hope than mine.
She shakes her head and stands from the bed. “Well, fuck you. Both of you. I’m going to take a shower with actual fucking shampoo and conditioner.” She walks away and as we head for the door, her steps falter. “Thank you for the bag by the way.”
I nod as we leave the room with the strangest emotions churning inside of me. I feel a weird sense of satisfaction at the idea of her being comfortable and the honest conversation we just had. My reaction is foreign to me and needs to be dealt with at once; which is why I drag Akio to the gym with me when we exit the basement.
Chapter 13
Fallon
While I’m grateful that the masked assholes got their act together and brought me a bag of goodies to keep me occupied while I’m stuck in this room (it was the least they could do), I think my time spent alone is chipping away at my resolve.
I miss Quinn. I miss people in general – which is weird for me. Usually, I’m perfectly content to hole up in my room away from everyone and read, but that was within my control. I’m not in control now, despite my attempts at defiance. It’s bothering me more than I’d like to admit.
They almost had me yesterday when Thing One and Two came for a visit. It was the first time I hadn’t felt interrogated and instead felt like they were just trying to get to knowme, Fallon Helix the woman and not Fallon Helix the woman who has information they need. Fucking Stockholm Syndrome. I refuse to fall for that bullshit, even if my thoughts of my captors aren’t always appropriate.
I’m deep in thought, still picking at the plate of biscuits and fruit they delivered to me this morning, when the door to my room swings open.
Speaking of masked assholes…
Looks like it’s Thing One’s turn to walk me. “Hey, Siren,” he says from the hall. “Care to take a walk with me?”
“Hey, Tiny Dick. Care to let me go home now?” I catch his narrow-eyed stare as I join him in the hall with a quiet laugh, but my smile fades quickly. I’d hoped throwing an insult at him would remind my brain and my vagina that he’s the enemy. Yeah, that didn’t work; the insult or the reminder. We both know his dick is anything but tiny. When he’d forced me to my knees that first day, putting me face to face with his crotch, I’d been unable to look away from the massive outline of his hard cock through his joggers.
He side-eyes me as we start our walk down the long hallway. “How are you?”
“Peachy.” I start doing lunges as we walk. God, I miss running. “You know, other than recovering from being waterboarded and sleep deprived for days. Oh, and still being held against my will in a room the size of a cell. I’m peachy.”
“You are such a little brat,” he says with a shake of his head.
“By how hard your dick gets when I am being a brat, I’d say it doesn’t bother you too much.”
“Been thinking about making my dick hard, Siren?”
I scoff, turning my head away so he doesn’t see the blush blooming across my cheeks. “In your dreams.”
He stops abruptly and pulls out his phone. There’s a bunch of red numbers flashing across the screen that I don’t understand, but whatever it means obviously bothers him.
“What the fuck?” he stabs at the screen angrily with his thumbs. “No! Shit.” He looks up at me. “Keep walking. I’ll be right back.” Then he sprints back the way we came and heads up the stairs.
I’d consider sneaking after him and trying to make my escape if I hadn’t already tried that a few days ago, and found the door at the top of the stairs locked, so I keep walking.
The layout of the halls are strange down here. There’s the main hall that runs past the room they’re keeping me in, but it forks off into three separate hallways that lead to what I can only assume are more torture rooms.
I get to the end of the main hall and start to turn back when I hear a fleshy smack. I peer down the hall to my right, noticing a bright light on in one of the rooms. There’s another smack followed by muffled voices. My feet are moving before I can think better of it, tiptoeing closer until I’m hiding right outside the open door.
