Perfect Flaws

27. Inflicting Torment

He huffs in distress, turning around, looking for solutions as if they'll be on the floor.

It's obvious that he has orders to get any and all information from me, by any means necessary. But he looks uncomfortable doing it. He doesn't have the strength and confidence for the role of torturing someone, he symbolizes protection, and protection only. He doesn't have the stomach to be cruel, to be enraged with blind hate.

My head continues to throb, like a constant blender swirls around in my brain, slicing whatever nerves it comes across.

"Hey, so maybe you didn't notice, or read up on this, but you kind of have to look intimidating. I mean, take a fingernail or two, I don't know, just a... thought," I suggest wincing from a sharp pain.

He turns around, "Are you fucking stupid or something? Are you really suggesting for me to torture you?"

I grin, looking up at him, hoping one of the blurred versions of him is really him, "Well, I'm a bit bored. I feel like I've been sitting here forever, and nothings really happened. I thought my ass hurt before from sitting, but Christ, you make my bones hurt sitting here more than they did for two months."

He watches me for a few seconds, deciding on a choice. One that I probably won't like.

My eyes twitch in pain, as I watch him leave the torture chamber, the door slams behind him.

Drip.

Drip. Drip.

I look around for the source of the sound. Finally I look down, seeing a blurry mess of crimson. Blood continues to drip little droplets of red onto my shirt.

I close my eyes, coming to my senses as I feel something slither down the side of my temple.

Click.

"Rhea?"

I slowly lift my head, blinking at the figure in front of me.

Liam.

"Oh hey, how are you?" I ask, smiling.

He stares at me in horror. Absolute terror blazes in his eyes. My lips hurt from my smile.

"What... did they do to you?" his brows furrow.

"Oh this? This... is nothing," I inhale.

He saunters up to me, like an animatronic. 'I'm sorry,' he mouths. I see his hand lift, and slap me across the cheek.

More liquid drips down my face.

"Revenge is fun, isn't it?" I bite my lip, trying to calm the sizzling burn. A slight glance over his shoulder, and he settles into a role. "I thought whores were meant to stay in bed, so why don't you tell me how you got the files?" His jaw tightens.

A twisted grin forms within my lips, "Apparently, this whore seduced one of your men, so why don't you go and interrogate them instead. It might be better to get rid of any traitor, than it is to sit here, wasting your time."

I lean forward as much as my restraints let me, "Maybe it was Gabriel, the poor guy seems heartbroken. Don't you want to know how far we took it? Maybe your precious guard isn't as innocent as he seems."

A knock sounds.

Two knocks.

A third.

Liam opens the door. Gabriel reeks of rage. His honey eyes boiling into an abyss of unnerving hate. "How much more can you get me to absolutely fucking hate you?"

"I was thinking of a world record."

He scoffs, pushing Liam aside lightly, lowering himself to be eye level with me, "Fuck you. You want to make jokes, repeat lies over and over, then don't be surprised at getting what you asked for."