“Give me my gun back,” I shouted, stomping my foot on the concrete.
“Alright, we’re done,” Nicolae said smoothly, climbing the stairs. “Leave her food here, and I'll chuck a blanket down. She can stay here the night.”
“Wait,” I yelled after him.
“She’d look better in my bed,” Ezrah debated, standing at the bottom of the stairs, gazing at me with that desire in his eyes. I glanced up at Nicole, who was at the top of the stairs, and he looked down at me between the slats, and it was a look again that sent a shiver down my spine. It was the same venom-laced gaze that struck me in the library.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” I whispered, but it wasn't loud enough for him to hear.
He then broke the gaze, looked at Ezrah at the bottom of the stairs, who seemed to be waiting for his permission, then said, “No, she needs to spend a night down here to reflect on what she did wrong.”
“I did nothing wrong,” I yelled after him, angry as hell. “You stole from me. You kidnapped and drugged me. Asshole.”
Ignoring my heated rant, “Hurry up,” he said to Ezrah, holding up the key. “I need to lock her in.”
“Bro, are you serious?” Ezrah refused to move, looking about the basement. “It's cold down here, and there’s no bed.”
“We’ll chuck down a mattress,” Nicolae spat, “Hurry up, Ez. Get your ass up here.”
Ezrah hesitated before following his brother up the stairs. Ezrah left first while Nicolae shot me another look, before shutting the door behind him.
The door slamming echoed before falling like a ton of bricks. Fuck, I hated the Warwicks and this shithole college.
