Page 58 of Scarred in Silence
I bring Astra into the cell after a silent two-hour drive, setting her down in the metal chair. The look of disgust on all of my prisoners’ faces. I don’t give a fuck. This is going to go how I want it to. They will all be sorry they fucking lied to me. I know my little Siren won’t lie to me.
“Now that we are all here, let’s clear the air, shall we?”
I pace back and forth in front of Astra.
“Did Varek cut your hair?”
She shakes her head “no”.
“Nicolette?”
She nods her head “yes”.
I rear my fist back and punch Nicolette in the fucking face. Fucking bitch.
“Did someone touch you?”
She nods her head “yes”.
“Victor?”
She shrugs her shoulders. She doesn’t fucking know. He drugged her.
I slam my fist into his face, blood splattering onto the wall behind him.
“Varek?”
She nods her head “yes”.
“I didn’t. I touched her face once. I swear to GOD!”
I punch him in the face, letting his blood paint the wall as well. Then I punch him again, because I don’t fucking trust him.
“More?”
She nods her head “yes”.
“Nicolette?”
She shakes her head “no”.
“Miles,” Nicolette says quietly.
“Fucking MILES!”
I turn and punch Nicolette in the ribs. She coughs and wheezes. I don’t fucking care right now.
“Did you willingly do anything?”
She nods her head “yes”.
FUCK.
I run my fingers through my hair, pulling at my scalp.
“You know what. FUCK THIS. I will fix your jaw, and you will tell me everything. EVERY. FUCKING. THING.”
I grab a machete from the table and approach Victor.
