Page 40 of The Devil's Weakness

Rolling my eyes at my conscience, I quickly move away from the door and stand in the back corner again. Ready to offer him my apologies and beg for a trip to the bathroom. My face falls when I see someone other than him in the open doorway.

“Who—who are you? Where’s Blade?” I mutter, terrified of this unfamiliar face.

“I don’t fucking know. Sleeping?” he responds sharply. “Here’s some toast.”

I watch as he puts the plate down on the chair and backs away. I didn’t realize he had anything in his hand at first. I realize I’m not in immediate danger when he turns back around immediately and starts shutting the door again.

I’m scared to ask him about using the bathroom, but if I don’t, I’m certain I’ll be doing it in this cell in no time. I can’t live with that.

“Um, excuse me?” I call out after him.

He faces me with an eyebrow popped in question. He opens the door up a little more again, and I feel better already just being able to see out.

“May I please use the bathroom? I—I don’t think I can hold it anymore.”

I cross my legs and sway from side to side to drive home how badly I need to go.

“I don’t know if you’re allowed,” he answers.

This person is younger than me. He barely looks old enough to drive, let alone be a member of the Skulls. He’s wearing the same leather vest that Blade wears, but it doesn’t have near the number of patches on it.

“Please, I—I’m begging you. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t urgent,” I beg him.

I watch as he thinks it over, and I send silent pleas to him the entire time. Finally, he answers.

“Okay, but if there’sanytrouble, I’m going to make sure Stone knows all about it,” he threatens.

“There won’t be. I swear.”

“Come on.” He gestures for me to move forward and out of the cell.

I get a good look at the room beyond my cell for the first time. It looks like a warehouse. There are shelves everywhere, stocked with bottles and what looks like automotive parts. The boy pushes me forward lightly.

“Keep it moving.”

He points to the stairs, and I climb them. Once we’re at the top, I see an open floor plan kitchen and dining room. I vaguely remember seeing some of them sitting around it when Blade brought me in here yesterday, over his shoulder.

Currently, no one is there. I glance at the clock above the microwave. 10:05 AM.

The boy places his hand on my shoulder and guides me around the corner, and I come face-to-face with the evil man who hit me yesterday when I first got here.

I gasp in shock as he shouts.

“What the fuck is she doing up here?”

“She has to use the bathroom,” the boy tells him.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he screams. “This isn’t a fucking hotel. She can piss herself for all I care. Wouldn’t be the first time we had bodily fluids coat the floor of that cell.”

His lips break out into an evil smile, and it takes everything I have not to let my urine trickle down my legs.

“She has thirty seconds, and then I want her back down there, Kid. Got it?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“When you’re done, come see me so I can kick your ass for being a fucking idiot.”

I look at the boy. He doesn’t answer Stone, but he looks like he’s scared.

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