Chapter 62
MSleep evaded me last night, and I could only get a couple of hours at a time. The shivering comes and goes, but I’m grateful for the years of training I had to endure. I am skilled at regulating my energy and organizing thoughts, which is very fucking important in this situation.
My muscles feel stiff, but functional.
My throat is dry from the cold air.
Yet, low energy is also something I can’t deny.
I need some food and water.
“Here’s food and water, asshole.” Just like I ordered. The fucker used my disorientation to his advantage because I didn’t hear him coming into the room. I can’t even stand up, I need to conserve energy. Emin starts walking toward me and sets the tray down.
The food looks pathetic: one sandwich with one piece of salami and a glass of water. Just enough to keep me alive and alert. But beggars can’t be choosers. I eat the sandwich and slowly drink the glass of water. Once I’m done, Emin starts talking, standing before me, arms crossed.
“Where is your father?” he asks me. Not this fucking shit again. I want to get angry, but I make it impossible for myself to do so. I need to. So I shake my head.
Emin stays neutral and doesn’t fucking move. “Where is your father?”
“I don’t fucking know.” This asshole really doesn’t understand that I don’t know where my father is. But why does he want to know? Emin sees that I’m thinking about something.
“Your father made the Sweet Snatcher follow her.”
Her. Lana.
His tone is detached, with no emotion. I start shaking my head more because I can’t believe this shit. Why did my father have that pervert follow my little hummingbird?
“I need to know where your father is so my master can know.” Lana’s father.
“Stop fucking around. I don’t fucking know where my father is.” My voice is strained, with barely controlled anger. Emin stands up, goes outside the room, and locks the door behind him. Once he is gone, more cold air starts blowing into the room.
Fuck.