Page 160 of Uprising

Two guards have been hauling her around, dragging her around in circles for hours. They’ve been working shifts, four hours on, four hours off, to ensure the bitch never gets a break. I jerk my head to them and they let her go, stepping to the side.

She falls in a heap, whimpering.

I crouch down, squatting over her. “Guess this wasn’t how you planned this to go huh?” I murmur.

She looks up at me and narrows her bloodshot eyes.

“Tell me mother.” I say. “Was it just me you planned on killing or were you going to murder my daughter as well?”

She spits, muttering about Lara being a bastard before her eyes fall on the man stood behind me.

“Hello Carla.” Roman says in a way that should terrify me.

She forces her body up and tries to launch herself at him. I slam my fist into her stomach bringing her back down before she has a chance.

“Don’t bother.” I say. “It’s over.”

“No it isn’t.” She says. “Darius won’t let it end like this.”

I laugh so loudly. “Darius doesn’t give a fuck about you. He told Carter to have you killed. He wanted you dead mother.”

She lies on her back shaking her head. “He would never. He would never.”

“What do you know?” Roman snaps. Apparently his method of questioning is far more direct than mine. I’ll admit I’m curious to see which one of us wins.

She looks at him with contempt. “You’ll get nothing from me.”

I let out a fake sigh. “That’s a pity.” I say. “I was really rather hoping you’d cooperate. Mainly because you stink and I don’t want to get any closer to you but if you won’t play ball…” I let my voice trail off as I walk over to where we already laid out a few torture items. I had them placed for psychological effect, but I’m not opposed to using them to rough her up.

I pick up the screwdriver and turn back around.

She eyes it in my hand then juts her chin. “You don’t scare me Rose.”

“No?” I smirk but Roman catches my arm giving me a look. Another warning.

I pull myself free muttering that I’m not an idiot. Besides I’ve been Darius’s plaything long enough to know how to delve out pain without causing any life-threatening injuries.

“Trouble in paradise?” My mother taunts.

“Not at all.” I reply. “We couldn’t be better thanks for asking.”

She sneers and her eyes fix on the screwdriver again.

She’s not restrained, not tied down in anyway. Roman walks past me hauling her into a sitting position in the creaky old chair and securing her arms with zip ties.

“Let’s keep this simple.” I murmur. “You’re going to tell me everything you know about Darius. Every horrible thing he’s done. Every little secret. And if we think you’ve been honest enough we might stop hurting you.”

She scoffs. “You’re his wife Rose, one would expect you to know all his secrets.”

I shake my head. “I was never his wife.” I say before driving the blunt end into her forearm.

She snarls. Screams so loudly. It’s so blunt it takes a lot of effort to puncture her skin and the wound it leaves is horrific.

She jerks in the ties, jerks in the chair and one of the guards steps up to hold it so she can’t flip it over.

“Tell me.” I say.

She shakes her head. “Fuck you.”

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