Page 13 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Uh, okay.” I walked over and hit the lights while she propped her selfie light up on the conference table.
“That’s so much better. Now we just need to pull his eyelids open so he’s forced to look into the light…” She started rummaging around in her purse.
“How long do you think he’s gonna be out?” I asked Dr. Lyons.
“Shouldn’t be much longer.”
“Great,” said Chastity. “So we’re all set to go with a rapid fire approach?”
“Works for me,” said Dr. Lyons. “You good with that too, Ash? This is your interrogation.”
I’m in charge? In that case…“Well what are the other options?”
“There’s a whole bunch,” said Chastity. “There’s direct, incentive, emotional love, emotional hate, emotional fear-up, emotional fear-down, emotional futility…”
“Wait,” said Dr. Lyons. “Don’t forget emotional pride and ego-up. And down.”
“Geez, how many of these techniques are there? You guys have my head spinning. Maybe we should just use them all and Tanner will be so confused that he’ll accidentally confess.”
“Ah!” squealed Chastity. “You’re a genius.” She wheeled a whiteboard behind Tanner and started writing all the different techniques. “When he wakes up, just point to whichevertechnique you want us to switch to. The more frequent switches the better.” She tossed me a long metal pointer that Mr. Frost liked to use during his awful PowerPoint presentations.
I started studying the list. There were like 20 different techniques, and I had no clue about what 80% of them were. “Are you sure…” I started to say, but I lost my train of thought when I looked back at Chastity. She had some sort of metal instrument dangerously close to Tanner’s eyes. “Please tell me you’re not about to scoop his eyes out with a melon baller.”
“Girl, no. These are just my eyelash curlers.”
I walked around and squinted in the dim light to see if she’d made any progress at opening his lids. “Well, if you were trying to make him look fabulous, then mission accomplished. I’m kinda jealous of his luscious lashes.”
“Gah!” Chastity threw her lash curler back into her purse. “Opening eyelids is way harder than it looks in movies. How do they make it look so easy?”
“For starters, I don’t think they use a lash curler.”
“Lash curler?” muttered Tanner. “What?” He opened his eyes but immediately shut them.
Ah! He’s awake!
“Good morning, sunshine,” said Chastity in a super cheery voice. Her tone combined with the ominous lighting must have been absolutely terrifying for Tanner.
“Good morning?” he asked, struggling against the duct tape. He squinted and tried to avoid the super bright selfie light. “Who are you? What’s going on?” He struggled against the duct tape. “And why am I taped to a chair?”
Hm.He was either acting, or I’d knocked him out so good that he didn’t remember I’d accused him of murdering Rosalie. Either way, this interrogation would get to the truth of it.
He squinted more. “Chastity? Is that you?”
She slapped him. “You get my name out of your filthy whore mouth.”
He laughed.
I used to love that sound. But now that I knew his true intentions, the sound chilled me to the bone. He was truly sick. I couldn’t believe that a little over an hour ago I’d been worried to tell him about me blowing Dr. Lyons. And going on a date with Cole. I’d felt guilty for going out and having fun while Tanner was supposedly getting the pictures of Rosalie from Kat. But I wasn’t the guilty one here. I could blow whoever I wanted. Whenever I wanted. However I wanted. At least I wasn’t a sister murderer.
Chastity looked at me and then at the board.
Oh right.I needed to stop thinking about blowjobs. I was in charge. It was time to pick a technique.Um...I scanned the board and then randomly pointed toEstablish Your Identity.
Chastity nodded. “We know who you really are.”
“You do?” asked Tanner.
Yeah we do, you murderer.
