NO MERCY
The next deary morning, my eyes fluttered open to Mustafa hovering over the bed. His face was broody and harsh, far from his usual saccharine smile. “Get dressed!” he barked, turning to the door.
“What! No breakfast?” I smarted off, full of my typical sarcasm.
“You’ll eat when you’ve earned your stay.” He shot over his shoulder as he stomped out, slamming the door behind him. I sat up in bed trying to gauge his grim mood. Why was I surprised? I’d hurt his fragile ego. And since I’d ridiculed his incestuous spawn, my stay here was about to get gnarly. I didn’t just rock the boat, I flipped it over. I blew out a long breath as I slid out of bed and scooped my pile of clothes off the floor.
Mustafa had taken me to the far end of the compound to a facility I was certain its use wa
