“How do you know for sure?” he asks slowly.
“He attacked Eve last week in her house after we met up with you at Dollhouse. I’ve got cameras at her place, and we watched it. He told her?—”
“Wait a second,” he interrupts me. “What do you mean he attacked her? Last week? Why the fuck hasn’t anyone told me?”
Wonder why Bill is also keeping secrets from him? “I’m the only one who has your number,” I snap. “And I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what? Fucking Eve?”
My teeth grind. I hate that he’s fucked her, but I won’t let him talk about her like that. “No. She did her assignment for her initiation.”
He sighs heavily. “How did she do?”
I pause. Why hasn’t Bill told him this? Aren’t they best buds now? “She passed” is all he’s getting from me.
I return to the bedroom to check on her, and she hasn’t moved. “I have my cell with me, but I’m keeping it off.” She gets my attention when she moans, rocking her hips back and forth. I lower my voice, stepping back into the hallway. “Send it to her phone. I’ll delete it afterward.”
“Okay.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“What kind of video is this?” I need to know what I’m going to see.
He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks softly. “She’s being punished.”
I duck my head, rubbing my temples at how or why she would be punished. But the truth is they don’t need a reason. It gets them views. Brings in money. There are a lot of sick bastards out there who live to see others suffer.
The phone vibrates in my hand at the incoming message. “I got it. I’ll talk to you soon.” I hang up without another word.
Checking on her again, I turn up the volume just a little on the TV in the bedroom before making my way to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I open the message and play the video.
It’s another concrete room, and you can hear screams coming from the other side of the door. My chest tightens at the sound. It’s Eve. I’d recognize it anywhere.
The door is ripped open, and Eve is pushed inside. She’s wearing a black latex suit. The only parts of her body that you can see are her bare feet and hands, and from her neck up.
Two men enter behind her, guarding the door. Both are dressed in allblack, complete with guns strapped to their thighs and handcuffs on their belts.
Eve is on the floor. No longer screaming but now groaning in pain from the fall.
“What now?” Evan barks, entering the room and slamming the door behind him. He locks all four inside the room.
“Suicide attempt, sir. Tried to hang herself,” the one on the right states.
Fuck, Eve.
“Goddammit,” he hisses. “Where the fuck did she get something to hang herself?”
“She was cold…”
“So you gave her a blanket?” Evan snaps.
“A sheet, sir.” One huffs, offended that they’d allow her such luxury. “There were only a few scraps of one. We found it…”
“Found it what?” Evan demands, placing his hands on his hips, glaring at them.
“Amusing,” the other one finishes, clearing his throat.
