Harlow gave the location.
“I’ll be in touch,” Sephira said before the line went dead.
He closed his phone and slipped it into his jacket pocket. “Why are we waiting again?”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Because all the teams are not in place. We’ll set off soon, stop being impatient.”
“Foxx—”
“Foxx will survive. Their victims usually last for at least a week.”
“We are still wasting time. He likely isn’t at the monastery.”
“He probably isn’t, but someone there will know. Those wolves already confirmed that someone there was involved in the capture, didn’t they?”
“Yeah, and I’ll get it out of them,” he said with a deep growl.
“I’m sure you will, Harlow. And the job is all yours, considering you seem highly motivated.”
Foxx’s eyes snapped open as a hiss of pain slipped from his lips. The panic began to well up quickly when he found himself once again chained down with a single priest preaching over him. The same man who’d spoken to him in the van. Father Samuel, the others had called him.
As the priest stared down haughtily, Foxx desperately grabbed for the rage inside him. Because he was fucking done with being afraid.
Latching on to the anger, he firmly clung to the ‘fuck everything’ attitude. Because seriously, fuck all of this! Fuck being scared, fuck his past. He refused to let the words he told himself be lies. He would make all the thoughts he'd had, in the woods and in the van, the truth.
Foxx was DONE being afraid of these assholes. At least, he was done while in their actual presence. Foxx would let himself be afraid later. Later, when he was free and alone, he would let himself feel the fear. After Harlow came for him, he would let the emotions come. And…the human…wasgoing to come for him. He had to… At least…Foxx thought maybe he would. Ugh, perhaps he has slight abandonment issues from fucking Edmund. Maybe a trip to that psychiatrist would be a good idea…nah.
Swallowing down the scream he really wanted to let out, he glared. “Must be nice to be able to tie up and torture people without any chance of retaliation.”
“You say this when you are responsible for the deaths of many, just this past early morning.”
Foxx scoffed. “Gee, I’m sorry. Are you sad that I killed some of you fuckers? Sorry! Next time you try to capture me, I’ll go nicely. Not!” He stuck his tongue out.
The man’s back stiffened. “Your mouth is as dirty as your soul.”
Foxx hummed. “I think my mouth is pretty clean. I brush my teeth after each load I swallow.”
The priest gasped.
“Oh, yeah, I’m one ofthose.”He burst into laughter. “Though, you all shouldn’t be judging. At least I've only been with consenting adults, unlike those priests you all shuffled around. You know, the ones that pop up in the news all the time.”
Foxx saw the hit coming, and decided he wasn’t going to move. The backhand landed with a solid slap, but judging by the hiss the priest let out, it hurt him more than it hurt Foxx.
He smiled as blood dripped from his now busted lip. “Oh, that sounded like it hurt. Is that something you enjoy, Father? Beating your partners into submission?”
“You!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, you are the one who got hurt, so I suppose maybe you’re the one who likes the pain in the relationship. I personally like a good spanking and a nice fat cock in my ass. Though I am partial to watching others get hurt. Usually bad people, but I feel you and I won’t see eye to eye on who is bad. For instance, I’d definitely get off on watching my partner beat the crap out of you. Hey, you may even enjoy it, since you like pain!”
“Enough of this!” the priest snapped. “You will tell me what I want to know.”
“You know, you haven’t actually asked a question yet. You just sort of prayed, and slapped me. Which is rude, by the way. Is this how you normally react towards people you just met? Because if it is, I have to tell you, this is NOT the way to make new friends. It's a great way to make enemies, friends not so much. I will say, this room is a lot nicer than the last one I was chained up in. It’s decorated and warm. There is wallpaper and…” Foxx lifted his head up. “Oh, look at that carpet. Yeah, the last one was just stone walls and all. Though that—”
“WOULD YOU SHUT UP!?”
Foxx let out a fake gasp. “But how will I answer your questions if I shut up? I don’t think you know how this is supposed to work. You need to get me to talk, not shut up. Also, can a priest say shut up? I feel like that’s something you shouldn’t say, considering you take confessionals and all.”
The man stared, looking baffled. “What is wrong with you?!”
