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I knew HE was watching me. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, it was a compulsion in him.
“You don’t know?”
“No, but the guards holding us speak Portuguese, and you have the same accent. I’m assuming you are too?”
“Sim.”
“Why are you on this island, Diego?”
“I was born here. My mother is a nurse at the infirmary.”
“Tell me about her.”
“Why?”
“Because I’d like to get to know you. I haven’t spoken to anyone in weeks. It gets lonely.”
What I just said to the kid was complete bullshit, but I needed him to talk. When the boy remained silent, I questioned him further, “How did your mother get here?”
“Ela foi trazida aqui para ajudar os combatentes na arena.” I frowned at his answer. My Portuguese was basic at most. I could understand some words here and there because it was somewhat similar to Spanish but was far from fluent in it.
“Did you just say they brought her here to help fighters in the arena?”
“Sim.”
“And you?” I asked hesitantly.
“A fighter… hurt her, and I was born.”
My shoulders drooped, and the knots of dread in my stomach increased at his answer.
“How do you know this?”
“They showed it,na televisão.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I knew where we were.
There had been rumors floating around for years that Baxter stashed all his exiled on an island and televised the shit going on there on the black web, like a terrible reality show.
But I never gave them much thought. Nobody knew where it was, and I had too much crap to deal with in America to care about a mythical island that could or could not exist somewhere in the world. Now, I wished I’d paid more attention.
If I had any lingering doubts, the boy erased them when he said, “Está no Purgatório.”
You’re in Purgatory.
Damn it.
“Do you know where it’s located?”
“Com licença?” Excuse me?
“On which continent?” When the boy remained silent, I banged on the door. “Hello? Diego? Are you still there? Tell me where it’s located.”
“I have to go. I shouldn’t be talking to you.Mamãewon’t be happy with me.”
“Wait. Don’t leave.” But it was too late. I could hear his footsteps getting lighter as he ran away from me.
“Fuck!” I screamed in frustration. I shouldn’t have insisted. Who knew when I’d get another crack at him?
