I tipped back against the wall on the opposite side of the Hold. I remembered when we'd dubbed the cell as the Hold. Good times. My government had decided I was too wicked to play with anymore. Suited me down to the fucking ground.
My current prisoner was held against the floor under a net of electromagnets. He wouldn't be going anywhere. Unless I wanted him to.
"Hello, Juan. Imagine my delighted surprise when I came back to my place to learn that you had been beaten unconscious by the woman you yourself had beaten."
A muffled groan was my reply.
I leaned forward, hand cupped around my ear. "What was that? I didn't quite catch it."
"'m gon kill at itch."His lips were so swollen his words were mangled.
I tipped my head back, belly laughing until my cheeks ached. "Oh, Juan. You jokester, you. You're going to tell me exactly what I want to know, then I'll heal you. You'll be allowed to go on your merry way."