Luca POV
Shorts pants, every breath I take stings my lungs, air struggling to get in. I watch the door creak open from my place pinned on an old mattress, arms and ankles tied down at each corner of it.
I wish I could say the sight emerging shocked me, but I am far from it. "Achille." I grit out, straining my wrists against the ties.
He gives me a sickly smile, walking towards me with a type of non-chalance that proves he is very confident about his situation. It will work against him eventually.
"Hello, son." His accent takes affect on the 'Hello', almost removing the 'h'. He pulls up a chair from against a wall, its legs screeching on the concrete until they groan unpleasantly under his weight when he sits down inly a few feet away from me, struggling to take his heaviness.
"Get the fuck away from me." I hiss, turning my head as much as I can to face him. It's my first time seeing him in months, his dark hair has thinned out, leaving a patch in the middle of his head, and grey peppers the majority of the strands. His hands are grimy as they latch onto the front of the chair, it facing away from me so he manspreads while sitting down, straddling the back of it.
"Qseems you have been brainwashed to their side." He tuts. "I feared this would happen." He shakes his head, standing back up and walking to the side of the bed, looking down at me with a bizarre expression I can't quite decipher. "Fret not!" He claps his hands together once, after sparing one glance at me begins to walk around the room dramatically, taking large strides, although they still don't take up much space. "I have just the plan to ensure that that will be undone."
I freeze at this. "What the fuck does that mean?"
He grins at me again, his teeth's yellowish residue gleaming. He walks backwards to the door, the grin on his face getting bigger and bigger. "That is for me to know, and you to find out." Then I hear the click of the door shutting, and I'm back in this vast, empty space again.
One thought ringing in my mind: I need to get her out of here.
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Today, my father strolls in, no weapons other than his grimacing snarl. "It's time for questions." He declares, that same grin tugging on his mouth as he pulls the chair back up and leans on it, his side resting on it. I'm now sat up on the mattress, hands roped down to the bar on the sides of it.
My jaw clenches tightly. "I won't be answering them."
He raises an eyebrow at me, lowering his other to make some weird quizzical expression. "Let's start with an easy one. What's the passcode to their main base?"
I shrug. "I don't know." It's not untrue, but I've seen glimpses of it enough times to the point where I could probably guess.
He narrows his eyes at me, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Okay." He huffs, crossing his arms. "What are James King's relationships? Who does he trust?" He leans forward, chair tipping slightly, eyes widening in eagerness.
I shrug again. "Didn't know him that well."
His nostrils flare, hands gripping hard onto his knees. "How much protection do they generally have?" His voice comes out strained, angry.
I narrow my eyes at him. "I think you already know that, Nightwalker." I state.
He pauses a little, looking at me uneasily. "I don't know what you're talking about."
