Chapter Twelve
I wake up on a cold concrete floor with a pounding in my head. The room I’m in is dark and damp, and I have no idea how I got here.
“Good morning,” Robbs says hoarsely. “I was wondering how long you’d be out. I’m glad you finally woke up, I was getting impatient.”
“What did you do to me?” My eyes adjust to the dark, and I see him slumped in a nearby folding chair. I don’t need the lights on to see that Robbs is pale. The room smells like iron, and I know that he’s still bleeding from his wound.
“The same thing I did to Jenny, I knocked you the f**k out. I don’t know if you noticed, but I changed the game up a little bit. I don’t want to kill you anymore. I want you and Jenny to both live long lives, so I have as much time as possible to make you suffer.”
“We didn’t get
