Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Ah, Wicked. How you never seem to disappoint me,” K Diamond says from the group. “Well go on then. Continue…”
It is the sixteenth day since all three of them have been in here with me. We’ve gone through every day like fucking robots, doing whatever he wants. After that first time, everything else has followed suit. We do what he wants, play the games he wants to play, but I know. I know the shit we are doing in here isn’t for K Diamond; he is simply the enforcer. With me, anyway. Over the past sixteen days, I feel like whatever bullshit is going on between him and Royce is personal. The jabs toward him and the punishments that sometimes only apply to him are obvious. I still don’t know what the game is here, other than K Diamond having beef with Royce. I have yet to see Skully or see what the fuck has happened and why the fuck I’m in here. His day will come. He can’t run for fucking ever.
Dried blood crusts over my arms, and I watch as Royce leans into the little hole in the door, grabbing the tray of food. He slides it across the floor to me as they all dig in.
“Tastes like chicken, but—different.” Orson sinks his teeth into the brown-colored meat, and I watch as he sucks the juice from the bones.
“I’d say more pork.” Storm examines the meat. “Is it weird that this is the first meat serving we’ve had? I mean, every other meal has just been eggs and rice or potatoes. Now he gives us meat?”
I pick up the weird shaped bone and bite into the meat. He’s right. It tastes like pork, only with the texture of chicken. I block out their conversation as my stomach rumbles. Being deprived of meat for the entire time has been rough. More than rough. If I have to break us out of here, I can’t do it. I don’t feel strong enough, nor do I have the energy needed to. It’s why I’ve given up for now. We’ve all kept up our training in the small space, using weird things to help. Mainly press-ups and sit-ups because that’s all we can do. Orson mentioned breaking our sink and using it as weights. Told him it still wouldn’t be heavy enough for the kind of iron I needed to lift.
I sit back, resting my hand on my belly and turning over my shoulder. The whole time that we have been here I haven’t seen any of the other igloos being used. Not one. I wonder if he ever uses them at the same time or if he does it one by one.
The door unlocks automatically, a resounding clink unlatching.
“Royce, Storm, and Orson, you may exit the pod.” I stand to my feet and rush toward them.
“Wicked… you’re not quite done. I need your… expertise. You owe me.”
I turn back to the camera, glaring at the little light that flashes. “I’ve done everything you wanted!”
“Correction—” K Diamond answers, only this time it comes from the opened door. He’s always walking around with guards because he knows. The motherfucker knows that if given even a second, I’ll have him choked out and eating out of a straw for the rest of his life—if I decide to give him his life. “You’ve done everything Skully wanted. This next phase is for me.”
“And if I say no?” I ask, taking careful steps closer to the door. I push through Orson and Storm, fighting the twitching of my fingers. “Let me guess, you’ll hurt Poppy.” I roll my eyes because I’m sick. Sick of knowing that so long as she’s here, they will always have something on me. I hate having a weakness. I’ll never have one again after Poppy.
The silence is deafening in a way that I can hear the trees brush together. Royce takes deep breaths to calm his anger.
“Well… no, I don’t need to use her anymore,” K Diamond says, and I find him in front of me, wearing a silver face covering and black contacts in his eyes. He looks demonic, but that is the intention. That and to hide his identity because I know without a shadow of a doubt that this man knows Royce and Royce knows him. Well.
“And why is that?” I snap, raising my brows.
He takes a long, bated breath. As if he knows the next words that are coming out of his mouth are going to change me forever.
“I did what you wanted, K. Now where is my sister?”
“Well, unfortunately, she’s dead.” The words punch me directly in the gut and I stumble backward. This time it’s different because I know. Why would he tell me she’s dead if he could continue using her being alive against me if she was?