Dungeon

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We got the newest boy down into the cellar with the others and made sure he was tight up as tightly as possible. 

Brett was still knocked out cold...I hoped. Maybe he was actually dead, I didn't know. I was awake but pretended to have my eyes closed and I laid unmoving until they left. I moved around so I could manage to see who they'd brought down. "Caleb?" Oh, shit. He was knocked out too. What the fuck are we going to do? I thought to myself.

I went down into the cellar, locking the door behind me, a bucket of cold river water in my hands. I tossed it at the oldest guy, right in his face, to get him to wake up.
 

Something hit me hard but it wasn't a fist. It was ice fucking cold, like a thousand needles. I came awake and was panting, wiping the water from my face. Where was I? What the fuck?


"You didn't have to do that!"

"Would you rather I kicked him awake? That would've been more fun for me," I said with a smirk. "I'll remember that for next time."
 

"Fuck you. You're a real bad ass, threatening people who are tied up and can't defend themselves."


"Lea, don't." I muttered, coming awake.

I raised my eyebrows at her and chuckled a bit. "You're a feisty one. I was gonna start with him, but maybe I should start with you."
 

I glared up at him."Leave her alone." I said. "What do you want? Why are we here?"

"You don't really seem in a position to give orders here big guy. I get to do whatever I want with you. My orders are no limits," I said with a smirk. "I just want to know one small, teensy little thing. Where's the girl that killed Diego. Tell me that, and after we get her, you three get to go free."
 

"No, fucking way." I actually couldn't help but chuckle in his face. "Get to whatever you have planned for me, I'd never tell any of you anything."

I chuckled a bit. "You idiots really have no sense of self preservation do you." I said and brought my knife out. "You sure you don't want to change your mind? You have no idea who I used to be before I came out here."
 

"You don't know us either, asshole." I spoke up and he turned around to glare at me. "I'm sorry you didn't get the pleasure of throwing cold water all over me by the way." 

"Oh I have better plans for you. You're with that bitch that likes to play Robin Hood. She's lucky my cousin's okay, and I wasn't around that day. Just saying."
 

"Too bad she missed."
 

"Too bad I won't when I get my hands on her," I said with a smirk. "Almost shot someone else today, didn't she? She seems like a feisty one too."
 

"If you or any of your cowardice buddies harm a hair on her head you wouldn't live to see the next day."

"And what are you gonna do about it? You're a little tied up right now. And considering you probably won't make it out of this alive... you can't stop me from doing anything."
 

"Her brothers would. I wouldn't tread those waters if I were you."

"You think I don't know who they are? I would love to take a chunk out of the infamous Asher Jacobs."
 

"I'm sure the feeling will be mutual once he finds out who you are."

"And what makes you think he's going to find out who I am? The way things are going here, none of you will be leaving here in one piece, and I'll be finding myself another victim."
 

"Then you should get to it. You'd be wasting your time questioning us." Brett looked at me again but he understood. I was a big girl these days and he obviously wasn't letting us off the hook anyway.

"So you'd rather I kill you now?" I said with a smirk and knelt down in front of her, running the blade of my knife gently down her cheek. "Maybe I'll play with you a little bit first. You're really no use to us if you won't tell us what we want to know."

"And what exactly do you want to play?"