Page 89 of Consumed By Fire

“I can tell that you know this male. That you care about him,” he sneers. The black mask is right in my face, his brown eyes staring down at me. “Who is he to you, female? Tell me!”

Octane hisses, drawing my eyes back to the screen in front of me. There is another slice across his chest. It leaks fresh blood.

The general is holding his bloody knife.

The bastard!

“Try again,” the general growls the words, throwing them into Octane’s face.

“My answer hasn’t changed. You can slice and dice me all you want.” Octane grins. His teeth are stained red.

I need to do something. I can’t sit by and watch this.

“I see we’re going to have to get serious. Call the prince. His services are needed,” the general tells the guard who has just entered.

“Yes, Sire.” He bows and leaves.

“The prince won’t go easy on you. He’ll have you talking in no time. He will saw off your limbs. Peel back your skin. He’ll make you beg for mercy…for death.”

The prince.

I’ve heard all about him. My blood turns to ice.

No! I can’t let this go on. I refuse. No more damned tears. I need to help Octane.

“Get the general. I’m ready to talk now, but only if you leave Octane alone. No more torture. I want him to get medical attention, as well as food and water. Then I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“You are doing the right thing, female,” the male says; his voice is muffled against the mask.

He leaves the room.

I sit there for an hour…it could be more.

Finally, a guard comes to fetch me.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him as he is about to shackle my hands behind my back.

“You can go after you answer our questions,” he snaps.

“I hope the general likes the smell of urine, then, because I’m pregnant, and there is a baby leaning against my bladder. I can’t hold it.”

Asshole.

“Fine,” he gripes. “I’ll shackle your hands at the front so that you can use them.”

“That’s really nice of you.”

Not!

Asshole!

He closes the shackles as tight as they will go, making me wince yet again, and then I am being escorted back to my cell.

“Make it quick,” he growls, locking the cell door and turning away from me. There is a second guard in the cell with me. He leers at me.

I guess he has fewer qualms about watching me pee. I glare at him until he turns around as well with a bored sigh.

There are six guards outside the cell, but none of them pay me any attention.