Quinn- Wolves MC

18

Quinn

I was half way between complete delirium and reality as Shawn continues to beg me to just talk. They'd been at it for hours. I don't even understand why they need to know what I told the guys. It wasn't like they'd be able to find me as easy as they'd been able to spot the compound. This religious freak show wasn't that hard to see once you knew what you were looking for, but I'm not one hundred percent where the fuck I am. I can either be at the community or I can be at one of Shawns little safe house things that he uses for his front.

"Sunshine, come on. The camera has been off for hours now. Why don't you just let us in on what you said? You don't have to be tough for your little biker boyfriend." Shawn was kneeling in front of me.

My hands and arms had long gone numb, but it wasn't the sleepy numb. It is the type of numb that makes your skin feel all the pain possible. That's the only thing I can feel. If I had to compare it to something, the closest thing to it is the reports of phantom pains amputies feel. Though, I'm sure my pain is not as bad.

I manage to lift my head to look him in the eye. He has such cold eyes that they could be mistaken for kind.

"I didn't tell them shit." I lie making him click his tongue in disappointment at my word choice.

I didn't give a shit what he thought about how I talk. It was my goddamn mouth, I should be able to say what I want. He can go fuck himself, and what was the worse thing he was going to do to me for it? Kill me? If he wanted me dead I'd been dead by now.

"Sunshine. Please."

"You know what Shawn? If you start fucking off now, you'll have a head start." I sass as his fist collides with my face making my eyes water and head snap to the side.

"Try it again. You hit like a bitch."

He can beat me all he wants. Asshole should have thought about pain tolerance before he practically desensitized me to his pain. I wanted to kill him with every fiber of my being, but in the long run I knew it wouldn't help anything. This man, this evil man was here because he has a lot more evil men behind him. He's a god in their eyes, and no one can touch a divine being.

"Sunshine." He snaps, but I can't help but laugh again.

This whole situation was comical. This was the way he was going to get to me to talk? Violence wasn't the answer with me. I can take a beating pretty fucking well after living in this fucking place. So what made him think in his little pea brain that pummeling me was going to be the answer? I have so many questions that I won't get the answers to, because I don't care to ask. He wouldn't answer anyways, and then he might even go at this in a way that will make me talk.

"If you don't knock this off, we'll have to start waterboarding."

I gasp sarcastically as I peer out at him through my swollen eyes. My whole face felt funny, and I'd bitten my lip during one of the lashings.

"You wouldn't dare." Again sarcasm was locked and loaded through my words making him scowl fiercely at me.

I'm not sure when I decided I wasn't going to be afraid of him. I damn well was when they brought out the whip earlier, and now I've seem to have lost that bit of me.

"Roger." Shawn calls and an over eager Roger sprints into the room, his eyes frantically bouncing between me and Shawn.

"Yes sir?" He was practically bouncing out of his boots.

"Let her down and get the stock tank filled. We're going to have to go at this another way." Shawn orders still giving me weary looks.

After the water was filled to a good height I was tossed in like a bag of garbage into the sea. I nearly hit my head against the metal side of the smaller tank. My hands were now locked in front of me so they had something to hold onto when they jerked me out of the water. I'm not sure if this was technically water boarding or if they were just going to drown me a little. Either way there was a cloth pressed with bone crushing force over my face as I was being shoved under the frigid water.