“No. I need to ask you something. It’s about The Society.”
She scowled and shook her head. “I ain’t talking about that.”
“I just have one question, and then I’ll leave you alone.”
She shook her head more frantically. “Nope. Not talking. Not a peep. They’ll take out my tongue and make me eat it.”
“Amanda, please. Just one question. I know you had to stay at a motel for them to take you to the estate. Where was the last motel?”
She began humming loudly, her eyes shut tight. I was losing her.
“Amanda, do you remember The Director?”
She stopped humming and opened her eyes, looking more curious than before. “The Director who got sick?”
“Yes.”
“Is he still alive?”
“He… yes, but he needs your help.”
I finally had her full attention. “How can I help?”
“The medicine he needs was left at the motel. If you tell me—”
“Liar! He never knew about that motel. He left before they started using it.Liar!”
I raised my hands to calm her down, afraid that Frank or someone else would barge in to drag me out. “Amanda, I never said he was there, but the medicine is—he told me that. Do you want him to die?”
She looked away, once more humming. It took all I had not to shake her. I worried she was already slipping back into whichever drugs they were feeding her.
“Just tell me where the motel is, and I’ll tell The Director you’ve helped me. He’ll be so happy.”
“Will he get me out of here?”
“Sure.”
She smiled nastily, making me worry she could see through my lies. “I’ll tell you where the motel is. Come closer.”
My instincts told me to stay back, but she must have sensed my desperation. I forced my legs to carry me forward until I was next to her bed. I remained still when she raised her hand and brushed her fingers against my cheek.
“I saw them fucking you,” she whispered. “You were very good.” Her fingers traveled lower, reaching my chest.
“Where is the motel?”
“It’s not a very nice motel.” She circled my nipple through my shirt. “I saw bugs there and a rat, but it might have been a kitten. They don’t let me have a kitten here, but they sure love my pussy.”
“Please tell me where—”
A knock on the door. “Hey, hurry up.”
Shit.“What do you want?”
She reached down and cupped my crotch. I grabbed her hand. “No.”
“Ooh, dirty Jonah wants to. I know you do.” She squeezed harder. “Take it out. I know you’re queer, but I’ll make it hard.”
I hissed and reached my hand between her legs, under the hospital gown. Amanda gasped and leaned back, spreading her legs and letting go of my crotch. She wasn’t wearing underwear. I swallowed my bile and massaged near her entrance. “Feels nice?”
