"So, what now?" Mia huffed from beside me, her arms folding in front of her chest. "Are you going to let them go?"
I scoffed. "Of course not."
"Then what the f**k are you planning?" my eyes ignored her irritated form as they watched the water trailing down my hands, resulting in the blood covering them to mix with the pure water. "You threatened them. You beat the f**k out of them that your hands now have cuts and bruises all over them, and they still f*****g said nothing!"
"If you don't know how to handle them, Lariene, just tell us," Jason added, probably coming out of the t*****e chamber where we hold our lovely hostages. "We have more experience in this kind of s**t more than you do."
I threw the bar of soap to the nearest wall beside me that happened to be right by Jason's head,
