CHAPTER 003
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CHAPTER 003
As time passed, I began to feel that Oliver had completely given up on me. Sebastian used me as bait, giving him plenty of opportunities to hurt me. Every time Sebastian looked at me, he seemed intent on making my life miserable just because of my brother.
I wasn't allowed out of the cell unless for his bizarre questioning, and when I did leave the cell, it was always for another round of him asking me about Oliver, including where he had hidden himself and why he wouldn't surrender. My refusal to provide the answers he desired drove him mad!
I knew from experience that mafia people weren't kind. If I gave Oliver's location away, it wouldn't set me free; rather, it would just make me their next target. Stories had warned of traps being set with no way out.
Despite his flaws, Oliver remained unwavering. I witnessed him doing terrible things that made me question everything he stood for; one incident in particular stood out whenever he shot an individual right in front of me and the blood began pouring out instantly as they died instantly. Oliver told me to close my eyes. Instead, I kept them wide open as life left this man's body forever. Oliver tried convincing me to close them, but it just couldn't happen; watching life die before my eyes was beyond comprehension.
After this incident, I did not speak to Sebastian for two days. It was too much for me to bear. At that time, he revealed his true role within criminal networks, this news hurt more than I anticipated, and I still refused to talk; Sebastian could not even break through my resistance.
"One last time, Miss Brooks," Sebastian said with an edge in his voice, cold and sharp. "Where is your brother hiding?"
Tears had already stained my cheeks. They were not just interrogating me anymore; they were also threatening and torturing me, forcing me to remain silent. "I have told you time after time... "I don't know anything!" I replied in frustration.
Sebastian hit me across the face hard enough for my head to spin; I could taste blood on my lips.
"Haven't you learned?" was what he demanded of her indignantly.
"You're funny, Sebastian Ferris," I scoffed after finally saying his full name. "Do you really think your threats can break me?" And do you really believe my brother will just surrender?" My voice faltered as fear crept through it all. It's been over a month. Do you expect that he will just come in?
Sebastian grabbed my hair, forcing my head back painfully. I groaned in pain as I held on tightly to the lower portion of my locks to alleviate some of its impact on me.
"He will," he replied in his cold and almost assured voice, "and maybe I haven't gone far enough with you yet, but once I am finished with you, I'll ensure he witnesses every second of your suffering and watches you pass away—then continue hunting him until I find him!"
Trust me; you won't find him. "Even your advanced tracking machines won't pick him up." My voice trembled as I stated my case. I wasn't giving in.
Sebastian smiled wryly. His eyes twinkled with something sinister. Oh, I see. It appears that someone has hidden something from me, but don't worry; we'll find it soon enough.
He quickly let go of my hair before turning back to the guard standing by and telling them, "Don't stop until she talks; I need answers before nightfall." With that, he left me alone in the room with only an anxious guard in my presence.
They pulled me towards an iron chair in the center of the room and strapped my hands and feet together securely. As my voice echoed off of its thick walls, my pleas for mercy went unheeded by anyone nearby.
"Where is he?" the guard questioned with an indifferent tone of voice.
"f**k you!" I shouted with defiance in my eyes.
A guard quickly covered my face with a cloth and began pouring water into my mouth, forcing air out with each sip until I couldn't breathe anymore. He continued pouring until finally, when he pulled away, my lungs had begun burning with airlessness.
"Let me ask again," he declared, his voice unchanged. "Where is Oliver hiding?"
"f**k you," I managed to mumble, shaking from both fear and the cold of the water.
The guard was quick to react: he quickly slapped the cloth back over my face and resumed pouring water, my body quivering in response. Each breath tightened my chest. I coughed and spat out all the water when he finally removed it, and my face was red from a lack of air.
"Are you still unwilling to speak?" the guard inquired indifferently.
"Wait! Wait... "Let me talk." " I cried out frantically as my voice cracked in an effort to speak clearly. "Please... please... please... don't do that again."
Where was he? He demanded again with increasing urgency.
"He's... He's at your house," I gasped as my chest tightened with each word. "He has a gun pointed directly at your family and is waiting for you to step outside so he can pull the trigger—that's where he is!" I couldn't breathe properly anymore as my words came rushing out in a stammering, panicked breath.
The guard didn't laugh or react in any way when I protested my fate; instead, he pulled back my clothes over my face and continued dumping water down my throat. At first, I thought I might pass out, but somehow I managed to remain conscious despite the constant stream of liquid entering my system. How much more I could tolerate before succumbing completely is beyond me.
As soon as I blacked out, the water began gushing over me again and again until, finally, I blacked out completely and was awakened with a cold splash on my face and coughed, sending streams of it streaming from my mouth and coughing my gut out in streams. At first, I wasn't sure why or when time had passed; when I looked around, however, I noticed that I was still bound securely into an iron chair.
Sebastian was standing in the corner, hands tucked into his pockets and watching me closely as though waiting for me to crack.
"You really are stubborn," he mumbled under his breath. "Why won't you tell me where Oliver is?" he demanded in a low voice.
"Just kill me already," I suggested, without emotion or passion in my voice. "I'm not telling you anything."
Sebastian moved closer, the light casting him with an even darker shadow on his features. "Why defend someone who has already abandoned you?" Sebastian demanded of himself.
"I know Oliver." He'll come get me. I was speechless with joy.
"And why do you think he will get out alive?" he asked, his tone filled with anger.
I was unable to provide a suitable response, as I was uncertain whether Oliver would reach home safely or if he would seek me out. However, I couldn't believe he wouldn't, because then why keep waiting?
But Sebastian didn't need to know this; all that mattered for now was believing I was still under his control.
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