Page 172 of I Will Mend You

She swallows hard, her voice quivering. “Those two strung me up so Delta could cut into my skin. Another time, they strapped me to a chair for forced feeding.”

Her face tightens with disgust. “Seth came to my cell with a bottle of water. When I went to the door, he stuck his dick through the hatch and came all over my water bowl.”

A red haze clouds my vision. I stride to the altar, my thoughts raging like a violent storm. These bastards will die screaming for what they did to my little ghost, but I have to keep them alive long enough to gather information on Camila’s location.

“Wake up,” I yell.

Neither man twitches.

I grab a knife from the table and slash their bellies deep enough to jolt them into consciousness. They jerk backward, filling the church with screams.

“Look at me,” I yell above their howls.

Barrett, the one with the shaggy brown hair, is the first to speak. Recognizing his sharp features from the graveyard video makes me want to stick the knife into his throat.

“What do you want?” he asks through ragged breaths.

“Where did Dolly take Camila?”

His eyes widen. “I don’t know any Camila.”

“Dolly took my sister. I want to know where she went in that helicopter.”

Barrett’s gaze darts to Amethyst, who stands at my side. Realizing she’s not his boss, his face leeches of all color.

I grab his jaw. “Look at her one more time, and you’ll lose an eye.”

He stiffens. “Look, man. I don’t know what’s happening. One minute, I was standing in that woman’s living room. The next, I’m being strung up in some fucking church.”

“Where did Dolly come from?” I press my blade into his chest.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I swear.”

“Try again.” I slice off his left nipple.

“We never stay in one place!” he screams.

“Not good enough.” I slice off the right.

Barrett sobs, his features crumpling. “Ask Seth. He’ll know.”

I glance at a long-haired man, who stares at me with cold, black eyes. He was the man who attended the mixer with Dolly and appeared more loyal to Father than to his X-Cite Media colleagues. He’s another one from the graveyard video I recognize, but I wanted to leave him intact for Amethyst.

“How about you, Seth?” I ask.

He remains silent, glaring back with defiance. His breaths come out in labored gasps, yet the pain in his abdomen isn’t enough to break his spirit.

“Your loyalty to the man who left you for dead is commendable,” I sneer. “But my people found you already unconscious, abandoned by your supposed ally.”

Fear flickers across his features before they harden.

I can’t help but grin at his naivety. “You think I’m lying? Our drones found three motionless figures in that house. Dolly and her accomplice left you both there to die.”

Beside Seth, Barrett whimpers.

Amethyst steps forward. “It’s true. I saw the footage. And before Grunt died, he told me Delta leaked videos with your faces to make you wanted by the police.”

Seth pales at the revelation, while Barrett breaks down into harsh sobs. Despite the overwhelming evidence against them, Seth keeps a stoic mask.

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