Chapter 87. Untie Her

“Carmen? Hmm… Nope.” He replies and crosses his arms across a muscular chest, trying to appear in the know, but it only serves to irritate me further.

“Umm, why nope? Carmen is my goddamn name. I’m sorry it doesn’t meet your expectations. Freak.” I huff, wriggle aggressively, and exhale heavily when I make no headway in loosening anything.

“You’re not a very good liar. You have about fifty tells, and the only part of that which was true was that you stumbled across us. The rest was bullshit. Look, we just need to know who else is with you and who you linked and told about this place before we took you down.”

“What does it matter, for fuck’s sake? No one, okay. I’m alone, and this bullshit is getting old. Untie me if you’re all so fucking nice and friendly, as it might make a goddamn difference to this conversation! If you want me to talk, get me off this goddamn, uncomfortable, infernal fucking bed you have me strung out on like I’m awaiting dissection!” I lose my