So many ideas rush through my mind. I used to spend so much time daydreaming about ways to get back at Boris and Anton.
Then one pops into my mind, and I ask, “Can you get me scopolamine?”
Georgi tilts his head, his expression tender as he looks at me. “What’s that,angelche moe?”
“The drug I injected into you.” I make quotation marks with my fingers. “Truth serum.” Not wanting Georgi to misunderstand, I explain, “I want to make them suffer the way you did so I can mess with their minds.”
“Give me the name again,” Georgi says as he pulls his phone out. I spell it and make sure it’s right, then watch as he asks Augusto if he has access to any.
He tucks his phone back in his pocket, then asks, “What would you like to do while we wait?”
I move closer to the drawer and pick up the baseball bat.
“Have you ever used one?” he asks. I shake my head, to which he says, “Come, I’ll teach you.”
When one of the guards opens the heavy door to the cell, I notice he doesn’t look at me at all.
My heartbeat speeds up when I step inside, the sharp smell of bleach hits me in the face.
Both Boris and Anton lift their heads, and when they see me, they glare at me like they’ve always done.
For a moment, fear slithers through me, but then I feel Georgi’s big hand on my back, and it makes me lift my chin.
Anton spits at me, but it falls a few inches short of my feet. “Fucking whore.”
I react before I can think, and swinging the bat as hard as I can at his side, I let out a scream that’s filled with years of potent anger, humiliation, and disgust.
After the first hit, I lose my mind. I sound feral, tears wetting my cheeks, and sobs choking my growls.
Suddenly, an arm comes around me, and I’m hauled away from the evil monster.
As I struggle and strain to get loose, I’m carried out of the cell, and the door slams shut.
“Shhh…It’s okay. Calm down for me, baby.”
Cool hands frame my feverish face, and then my sight focuses on Georgi, and I begin to suck in deep breaths as I slowly ease out of the rage that consumed me.
“There you go.”
He pulls the bat from my grip, and I notice the blood on it.
“Sorry for spoiling your fun, but we don’t want to kill Anton too quickly. Okay?”
I nod, and wanting to see the damage I’ve done, I rush to the window. Anton is hanging limply, pain etched in deep lines across his face.
His side is red and already swelling, and blood seeps from where his skin has split.
Boris, on the other hand, looks relieved.
“I’m going back in,” I say, my voice firm as I hold my hand out to Georgi. “Give me the bat.”
His eyes drift over my face as he passes it to me.
When I walk to the door, the guard opens it again, and this time, when I enter the cell, both men watch me with caution.
I brush some strands of hair from my face as I stop in front of Boris. “Remember, Mama?”
His lips set in a firm line, refusing to answer me.
