Page 49 of Loki
I stopped struggling and glared at Samantha Decker. The hate staring back at me was shocking. She didn’t know me, but sheknew what her husband had done to me. And by the animosity in her eyes, New York was right. She blamed me for her husband’s actions. She blamed all of us.
“You good?” Joshua asked when he walked up to me, pulling my attention away from the stupid bitch.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m so sorry for interfering but when I saw her spit at you it made me so angry.”
Joshua chuckled, then pecked me on the lips. “I’m glad you want to stick up for me, but I can take care of myself.”
“I know. Go do your thing.”
“If you don’t agree with what I’m doing or have trouble stomaching what’s happening, New York will get you out of here. But this has to be done to find him.”
I nodded because I understood. I knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant to watch. But there was no telling how many girls she knowingly harmed. So, she’d have to pay just like her husband.
“So, Samantha,” he asked when he stood in front of her. “I’m going to give you another chance to tell me where your husband is before I stop asking questions.”
“I’m not telling you shit!” she sneered.
“Are you sure about that?” Joshua asked, as he picked up a pair of pliers from the table behind him. “Because let me be honest with you, Samantha. Even though you deserve every fucking thing that’s coming to you, I really would just like to kill you and get it out the way. However, I need to know where your husband is. So, you have two choices. Tell me where your husband is or face the consequences of being silent. Which will it be?”
She pursed her lips and continued to glare at Joshua.
“Have it your way.”
He grabbed her hand, secured to the chair with the same tape New York ripped off her mouth when we arrived. She struggled, but Joshua had a firm grip.
“Sorry, but this is going to hurt.”
I winced as he forcefully pulled out the nail of her index finger, causing her to let out a deafening scream. Without hesitation, he swiftly moved to her middle finger, tearing the nail from its tender nail bed followed by the nail of her ring finger.
“Please…” she begged as her right hand dripped with blood. “Please stop.”
As she pleaded for Joshua to stop, I remained unaffected by her pain. I couldn’t tell if my numbness to the brutal scene was a result of my time in captivity witnessing all that shit or was my indifference towards her suffering because she caused so much pain to so many women.
“You had your chance to tell me what I wanted to know, Samantha. So, your pinky and thumb are all the time you have left to think about what you want to do. Tell me where your husband is, or I move to the next hand. Those are your choices.”
I watched as Joshua pulled the last two nails from Samantha’s hand. Her face was streaked with tears and makeup trekked down her face. I was so surprised she hadn’t passed out yet.
“Where is your husband?”
A sob tore through her body. “Okay. Okay. Just please don’t kill me. I have a daughter.”
Joshua scoffed. “Why the hell would I give a fuck about your daughter when you didn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s?”
“Please. She’s just a child,” Samantha Decker pleaded.
“And so was Lila, but you didn’t care that your husband was selling her virginity to the highest bidder. How many more where there?” Joshua asked, his voice raising an octave. “How many more daughters did you allow your husband to rape and sell?”
The room was filled with Samantha Decker’s loud sobs, and she had the fucking audacity to appear ashamed of what she haddone to us. I still couldn’t feel any pity for her even though I believed she cared about what happened to her daughter.
Was it sad her daughter would have to grow up without her parents? Yes. But since the little girl’s parents were fucking evil, it was probably better she grew up without them. As much money as both her mother and father had, she’d be well taken care of.
“Where is he?”
“We have a home in the Garden District.”
Joshua’s brows furrowed. “There’s no record of you having a home there. Trust me, we’ve checked.”
“Owen insisted it not be listed in either of our names,” she said, shrugging.
