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Orion’s eyes take everything in, but neither of us ask any questions. This place is a damn fortress, even though there appears to be minimal security. The people we do encounter, however, are armed to the teeth.
The walls are made of concrete, and are painted an odd shade of blue-gray. It looks like a prison, but I haven’t seen a single cell yet.
Crew nods at a man who is standing next to a door, and he opens it.
“She’s in here,” the man says. “I had to gag her because this chick is a fucking psycho.”
Crew snorts, walking into the room as we follow.
Prescott is hanging from a hook. There’s a drain in the middle of the room, and she’s hanging right above it. Sweet, easy clean up.
The door thuds behind us, and when I glance over my shoulder, I see there’s a cart by the door.
“Everything you asked for is on the cart,” Crew says, nodding at it. “There’s a list of questions that are there as well that Greg would like answered, so don’t get too carried away. He’ll be around soon. Questions?”
I feel as if he’s the concierge of a fancy hotel, instead of a military bunker/prison. I snort at my thoughts, waving my hand at Crew when he furrows his brow.
“Don’t mind me,” I murmur.
Crew smirks, nodding. “When you’re done, Greg will just let you out. There’s water bottles in a cooler on the cart too.”
“Damn. You thought of everything,” Orion says appreciatively.
“Torture is a full work-out if you do it right,” Crew chuckles, and I realize Greg attracts a certain type of person to him.
The crazy kind.
Crew sees himself out, and Orion and I turn as one to face Prescott.
“Long time no see,” I grin. Prescott’s eyes widen and she screams, kicking her legs out.
Silly girl, we’ll just have to find a way to anchor those legs. Staring at the floor, I see there’s tie down hooks built into the wall. Walking to the cart, I squat down to see what I have to work with.
“Looking for some rope for the wiggle worm?” Orion grunts.
“Yep,” I sigh, finding some at the bottom and reaching out to grab it.
“Don’t worry, I got that. Why don’t you use the bat first on her, and if she’s still got all of the energy, we’ll tie her down,” he says with an evil smirk.
Lips popping open in surprise, I shrug, because that’s actually a really good idea. Finding a bat hanging off a hook of the cart, I lift it from its placemat.
“Prescott, are you going to be a good girl, or a twatapotamus?” I ask, stalking towards her. She screams and kicks more as she sees me and I roll my eyes.
I was a football player, not baseball, but I think I can do this.
“Turner sends his regards,” I snarl, bringing the bat down hard enough to break the bone in one of her legs.
“Ooh, that actually looks fun,” Orion chuckles, grabbing his own aluminum bat. The loud clang as it hits her is satisfying for me.
We stop as soon as we work some of the fight out of her. Throwing the bats on the floor, Prescott flinches at the sound.
“Now, we have some questions for you,” Orion says, his voice slightly echoing as he walks to the cart to grab the list. I untie the gag that was shoved into her mouth, pulling it out so she can answer.
I see her purse her lips to spit at me and cover her mouth and nose with my hand so she can’t breathe. I don’t even think about it, I’ll be damned if she spits on me.
The door behind me opens, and I don’t bother turning. There are few people who would interrupt us.
“She really doesn’t want to do this the easy way, huh?” Greg grunts. “Do you want to be tased again, brat? I liked it, and if you secretly liked it too, I’m not about to shame your kink.”
