He pushed himself to sit with a grunt, running a hand through his messy hair. “Whatever you’re here to sell, I’m not buying. Get out.”
“I’m not here to sell anything, and you have nothing to lose by hearing me out.”
He sighed and leaned his head against the wall, his knees bent with his cock dangling between them. One of the first things we lost in this place was modesty.
“Did your boyfriend send you to see me?”
“Who?”
“You know who. The one who runs this place. The one you love working for.”
I dug my nails into my palms, telling myself he needed to let some of the rage out. “Yes, The Director sent me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll lie to you.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. Speak.”
“You’re wasting your energy by fighting. They won’t let you go because you’re being difficult—I’ve tried that from this same dirty room.”
“Will they kill me?”
I stalled, not sure what they might do and too afraid to ask. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
He shrugged. “That’s one way out of this place.”
“A coward’s way.”
He pursed his lips. “A coward, huh?”
I tensed when he moved to stand, almost losing his balance. “I’m not here to fight,” I said, my nervousness growing. “You have nothing to lose by trying. It will make your life here easier.Maybe someone will end up rescuing us—do you want to be dead for that?”
“Is that the bullshit they’ve been feeding you? Is that why you switched sides?”
“I didn’t switch sides. My life here is also hell.” Though it didn’t feel right claiming that given his dire state.
He took a step toward me. “Doesn’t look like it. You’re gay, right?”
“What? Yes. So what?”
He snorted. “Maybe you asked to come here. Plenty of cocks for you to play with.”
“Fuck you!”
He lunged at me. I didn’t think he could move so fast. His body crashed against mine, smashing my back against the wall. I opened my mouth to call for help, but he blocked it with his dirty hand. “Shut the fuck up. I may be weak, but I can still beat your ass. You get me?”
I nodded, shaking against his naked body. His stench was overwhelming, especially when I could only breathe from my nose.
“You make me sick,” he hissed into my face. “Coming here and trying to mess with my head. What did they promise you to make me play along? A bigger room? A foot massage?”
I shook my head as much as I could.
“You go and tell your boyfriend that—unlike you—I won’t break. They can either let me go or snap my neck. You hear me, little faggot?”
The door opened. I glanced aside with Nathan still blocking my mouth, relieved to see Bo for once in my life.
“Problem?”
Nathan tensed. “I was just telling this little sellout you won’t make me give in.”
Bo shrugged. “Whatever. You’re a pussy, anyway.”
