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I can’t tell her that everything will be okay if she tells us the truth, because I know it wouldn’t be.
The false hope would only hurt her worse.
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Since Ace drownedher in the pool four days ago, she’s been quiet. No asshole remarks. No glares like she’s going to kill us. She literally looks dead inside, but one thing remains the same.
She still refuses to talk, but now, she’s just not talking at all.
I don’t like it. I want her to yell at us, tease us, or try to pit us against each other, rather than whatever the hell this is. It’s no fun trying to fuck with someone and break them if they’re a walking zombie. My heart tugs knowing that’s not the only reason I hate this.
Obviously the plan was to break her down until she caved, but it’s becoming clear no matter how broken she is, she won’t talk.
She doesn’t cry or show any emotion, but I can see in her eyes she’s reliving the accident over and over again. I know because I’ve had phases like that. Ones where all I could think about washisface, his hands, his voice, making me shut down to the world around me.
But there’s one thing that always makes it better—blood.
Tonight we’ve got something big planned for her that’s hopefully going to knock her down to her last breaking point, if she isn’t there already. Maybe this will at least make her cough up whatever information she has.
If she doesn’t talk, I’m sure Ace will be ready to get rid of her and cut our losses. If we do that, it will be a lot of work to cover our asses because sooner or later, someone is going to realize she’s gone and they’ll come looking for her.
We’ve never had to put in this much work to get information out of someone, but I guess it makes sense. She’s FBI. She’s trained to be a pain in the ass, to protect secrets like her life depends on it, but I also think most of that is just her. She doesn’t seem like the type to let people push her around.
Ace refuses to admit that he likes her feisty personality, but I think he’s realized she’s earned a bit of our respect even if she is the enemy. That woman has more strength and fight than anyone else we’ve ever brought in here.
It’s rare for our killing and torture to be pleasurable anymore. Sometimes it feels like more of a chore than anything thrilling. Maybe that’s why he’s let this go on as long as it has; he’s thriving on the intensity of it all. On the intensity of Zamira Stone.
“Everything in place?” Ace asks Theon and I as he enters the torture room.
“Good to go.” Theon gives him a thumbs up and Ace breaks out in a genuine smile, something we don’t see often anymore. Sometimes it’s easy to forget we had normal lives once, before we were cold-blooded killers and got off on the thrill of murdering people. But moments like this, where Ace genuinely smiles, makes me think of the days we were just three foster kids with big dreams and something to live for.
“Alright, I’ll go get her. Ace, check the chair again to make sure the ropes are secured,” I say, turning to grab her from the cell. Ace’s smile wipes off his face at my command, making me chuckle under my breath. He likes to be in charge and hates it even when it’s me telling him what to do. God it’s so easy to rile him up. Honestly, it’s one of my favorite things to do.
Sliding the key in the lock and turning it, I open the door wide. She sits on the bed in a gray shirt and black sweats three sizes too big for her. Her back is leaned against the wall and she stares directly ahead of her. Her eyes are hollow, and she makes no effort to look at me. I didn’t think her depressive state would last this long, she usually bounces back quickly after the shit we do. Seeing her like this makes me want to wring Ace’s neck. Fuck, even my own neck, since I didn’t do anything to stop him before it went too far.
“Get up,” I say a little too loud for the tiny cell. She turns her head in my direction and tilts it to the side, but doesn’t say anything. “I’ll carry you out of here if you prefer. I know how much you like being in my arms.” Maybe teasing her will get a reaction. One that I’ve come to crave.
She still doesn’t say anything or move. Not even an eye roll. Getting closer to her, I bend down to pick her up, but her words stop me in my tracks.
“Are you finally going to kill me?” Her tone is robotic, devoid of emotion. I look at her for a moment before deciding what to say.
“Depends. Are you going to talk?”
“Probably not,” she says honestly.
“Fair enough. Couldn’t imagine you going easy on us.” I chuckle, but quickly mask it with a cough. Her eyes spark a little at that, but it disappears just as fast. Maybe she isn’t completely broken inside like I thought. I can see that fight in her wanting to push through, but she refuses to let it. “I guess we'll just have to see how it goes.”
She nods, pushing to her feet. I get a whiff of her hair as she stands before me, the sweet scent almost making me groan. She puts her arms behind her back without a fight, spinning around so she’s no longer facing me. I take a moment to get myself together before I put the zip ties around her wrists and pull them tight. She must’ve seen the tie in my hand and knew what to do. We can’t have her reaching for any of the weapons in the room before we get her situated, so zip ties are the way to go.
She’s still depressed as fuck because she didn’t even seem to care that I’m restraining her. It’s like she’s asking us to kill her, practically begging for us to end it.Well, you did use her biggest fear against her by drowning her, you asshole.
I lead her toward the chamber and push her through the door. The moment she takes in the view, her entire body stiffens and her eyes go wide.There we go, at least some sort of reaction.
“What is this?” Her tone is sharp and it feels like our girl is finally back.Our girl?I mean it seems like her sass could be coming back. Her demand makes me feel a bit of relief, seeing that fight slowly returning even if it is brief.
“Exactly what it looks like. We’ve got company and you’re going to watch us get what we want from him,” Ace says, staring at her.
“What are you going to do to him?” she asks hesitantly and Ace just laughs, itching to get the show started. I push her toward the chair sitting in front of the main event, cutting her zip ties, and begin to restrain her with Theon’s help. Once we’ve got her tied to the chair, Ace takes the cattle prod, waking the fucker up with a little zap of electricity.
