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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: FOR THE RECORD, THIS IS ALL OUR FAULTS
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→ PRESENT DAY.
octavia slowly woke up, she groaned softly and looked around. her hands were tied behind her back, her torso was tied down to the back fo the chair, and her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair.
"you're awake." deathstroke said, walking into the room.
"deathstroke." octavia said softly.
"yes, it's me, miss grayson." deathstroke said, pulling up a chair in front of her car, "did you miss me?"
"fuck you!" octavia yelled.
"you've gotten much braver since our last encounter." deathstroke commented.
"you tortured me." octavia said.
"you think i had a choice?"
"who in their right fucking mind would choose to torture a fourteen year old kid!?" octavia shouted. deathstroke stood up, causing octavia to lean back in her seat and avoid eye contact.
"you're still afraid of me, i see." deathstroke said.
octavia looked back up, "oh, don't fucking compliment yourself." octavia snarled at him. deathstroke backhanded her across her face. octavia shouted in pain.
deathstroke roughly grabbed her chin and made her look back at him, "i'm going to make this nice and simple...." deathstroke said.
"where is it?"
"where is what?" octavia asked.
"your tracker. you had one the last time and i'm sure they put another one in you." deathstroke replied.
"go... to... hell." octavia replied. deathstroke pushed her back in her chair. "fine. we'll do it the hard way. and when i find your tracker... you won't like what i do next."
"fuck you, slade." octavia said softly, "you're just trying to scare me. you're trying to break me."
"you were already broken when i found you. that's why i chose you five years ago."
"that just means you can't break me anymore!!" octavia shouted.
they heard grunts and groans in the other room. octavia looked over, she looked back at slade, "what was that?"
"nothing." deathstroke replied, walking away.
"hey! get back here!" octavia yelled.
jason was running up the stairs to leave when deathstroke held his sword in front of him. jason stopped and stared at the tip of the sword and up at deathstroke.
