Priest smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time. Now, tell me what I want to know.”
“Hmm…you’ll have to be more specific.”
Priest rolled his eyes. “We’ll start with an easy one. How did you get your scars?”
“I was tortured. Next.” He really needed to learn how to ask the right questions.
“Who tortured you?”
“Oh, the list is long, and a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” I winked at him. “Next.”
“You don’t seem scared at all. No crying or begging me to stop. Why is that? Don’t get me wrong, I already knew you were weird, but it’s almost like you have no sense of self-preservation.” Now, it was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Like I said, it’s not my first rodeo, and to be honest, I’ve seen much scarier than you. No offense or anything.”
“None taken, angel.” He zapped me again.Bastard.
“You panicked when Duke mentioned returning you to your family and asked who they were.” I tried to control my face and not let on that he was inching closer to a landmine, but I must have paled because a flare of victory shone in Priest’s eyes before he tamped it down.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he said smugly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I honestly don’t have any family. I don’t even know who my parents are.”
Zap.
“Liar,” Priest snarled, “you said your family weren’t good people to Lennon, Cricket, and Bear that day in the gym.”
“Actually,” I said once I could control my muscles again, “I told themthe family who raised mewere bad people. Not that they weremyfamily. I don’t know anything about my birth parents, not even my own birth date. Speaking of, when’s your birthday? I bet you’re a Taurus. You seem like one.”
“We’re not here to talk about me,” Priest grumbled.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s such a Taurus thing to say.”
Zap.Son of a…this guy was seriously starting to get on my nerves.
Chapter 13
Indigo
“Tell me about the family that raised you,” he demanded again as he put another cigarette between his lips.
“Can’t, sorry.”
“Tell me. Were you raised in the system or something? You said you don’t know your birth parents. Were you adopted?”
I shrugged my shoulders as much as I could with my arms tied to a chair. “I can’t tell you about them. I’d lie, but I’m really bad at it.”
Priest strode to the tool chest and replaced the taser.
“So, what’s next, oh captor of mine? I’ve spent so much time being punished that I could probably give you a few pointers and workspace design ideas. If you want, no pressure.”
A loudbangfrom the table made me jump in my seat. Priest had slammed his fist into the table hard enough to probably put a dent in the dull metal surface.
“Is this a joke to you? I’m fucking torturing you for information to keep my family safe, and you’re offering me feedback like you’re giving a goddamned Yelp review!”
My eyes rounded as I realized my mistake. “And you’re doing a great job! I have been thoroughly tortured. Like so, so tortured.” If I could have smacked myself in the forehead, I would have. Here he was, bragging about how he was the club interrogator and how he got so many confessions he was known as “Priest,” and I opened my big mouth and insulted his intelligence-gathering methods and workplace aesthetic. That was definitely bad manners on my part. I mean, sure, he electrocuted me a few times… two wrongs didn’t make a right, though. I knew better.
“Are you…patronizing your torturer right now?” Disbelief and quite possibly quizzical awe flashed through Priest’s eyes as they almost bugged out of their sockets.
