“Tell me about the Vultures.”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Caspian shot you, so I’m sure there’s something.”
I think back, remembering pieces of what happened before I woke up here.
Did we really torture Brett? Or was that just a dream?
I walk through the chain of events, remembering what it felt like to grab his wounds as Hunter took me from behind.
It was magnificent.
But did I really do it? Or am I crazy?
“What’s going through your mind?” I’m asked.
“I…I hurt Brett,” I say without thinking.
The man chuckles. “I guess that’s not shocking considering you were with Hunter, but what I care more about is Caspian. He shot you, didn’t he?”
I nod, confused. “Yeah…I think he did.”
“And you knew him, didn’t you?”
“I fucked him a bunch. Him and some of his friends. But that was a while back.” I don’t know why I’m speaking so candidly. It’s like I need to tell the world my sins.
“So you were on good terms at one point?”
“If you call being a sex slave, good terms.”
“Huh…”
I look away. “Just leave me alone.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“I swear to God, if you try to make me suck your dick, I’ll bite it off.”
“I get my dick sucked plenty, thank you very much.”
That’s not what I expected to hear.
“Fuck off!”
“I need to know what you know about the Vultures.”
“Next to nothing! Just that they were friends with Caspian.”
“Where is Caspian? Where’d he shoot you from?”
“Up high, in a building.”
“Where?”
“Near my old apartment. Across from Concord Park.”
“Do you know what he was doing there?”
