Page 133 of Corrupt Game

It seemed line only minutes after I’d fallen asleep that loud sirens began to wail in the darkness and the lights started to flash brightly on and off.

Even in my battered state, I wasn’t going to be able to sleep with all the noise. My body desperately wanted it, needed it, but I’d only get it if I was rescued, escaped, or dead. I preferred the first two options.

Since sleep deprivation was the most classic form of torture, he was going to use it to his advantage.

“Have they done this before?” I yelled at Erin.

She nodded, yelling back. “Only twice. It went on for days.”

“His only goal for me is revenge on Ian. He doesn’t want anything else.” I looked around in the half light of the flashes.

“Is there any way to escape?”

Erin looked at me as if I’d grown a third head.

“You don’t want to know what they do if you escape and are caught.” She shuddered. “It’s not pretty.”

I couldn’t accept that. It would be better off trying, possible freedom, tortured, then killed, than not trying, no freedom, for sure tortured, then killed.

“Still, we shouldn’t wait for a rescue. We need to have a plan of our own.”

The light cast weird shadows on her face. I couldn’t read what she was thinking.

I wasn’t sure that the story she’d told me was the truth. Edmond wasn’t above putting a plant in a cage to make it seem like I was escaping, only to punish me for it later.

Psychological torture wasn’t new to me. I’d grown up with it. Sergi was going down the playlist of how to break someone. I could handle it. I had to because if I didn’t, then any future with Ian would vanish, and that I couldn’t accept. Wouldn’t accept. I wasn’t going to desert him without doing everything in my power to get back to him.

Every moment that the lights flashed and the loud sirens rang made me want to come up with an escape plan even more. They made my head split further and the ringing stayed long after the sirens were shut off.

Food was delivered once, so it was important to make sure that the escape happened within a couple of hours of the food arriving. I would need the energy from it to get out if I could.

Just after they brought food was the best time. We knew we had over three hours before they’d be back. That would allow us time and make it less likely for someone to be following us.

Escape was the next thing on my to do list. Well, after sleeping, that is. I needed my strength to be able to move quickly.

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Sergi walked into the room four hours after the food had been delivered, carying a bucket. He dumped it over the cage. It smelled like butter.

I stared at him stunned.

“The dogs get to have a good time today.” Sergi grinned at me.

My blood ran cold.

Chapter 48 Ian

The McGinty operation was good sized and well placed.

It was a farm with a small airfield. Most of the area around appeared to be farmland, but that was simply a cover for a very elaborate set of buildings that housed the family operation.

I followed Lucas and Rossi into the farmhouse that doubled as a guest house for all of their people.

“Come with me and I’ll show ya what we have so far on the Kelly family.” Lucas walked down a long flight of stairs into a basement type room.

Years ago it might have been used for vegetable or garden storage, but now it was a state-of-the-art conference room.

A board on the wall had schematics and other information about the Kelly compound.

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