Frost And Flame

19

I'm very upset because I had 2000+ words, and wattpad deleted this chapter for no reason. So that's why it's late. I also shortened it greatly out of anger. Sry.

Anywho:

"I want a bed. With a pillow and blankets," I demand. Silver doesn't respond, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"I want better food. And if you want to keep me here complacent, you need to keep the highballs coming."

Again, it's not even a twitch. Just a steady creepy grin. I was expecting him to shut me down at the first conditions and to Frank, which I am, I wasn't expecting to get this far. So now I'm very lost, and I feel like I need to add more demands.

"I want to go outside." I add. He remains inanimate as always. I hate this guy....

"And I want you to tell me exactly what you're doing here. All of it." I conclude.

"Is that all?" He asks. Now it's my turn to be silent.

"And here I thought you had a streak of nobility in you. But you were just playing god." He notes. I look out to the person in the water, fated to die. Who am I to play, judge, jury, and executioner? I think about all the people here who have no clue when of even if they'll leave this place. Who's to say death is better? Maybe it's the selfish choice. I don't want this on my conscience!

"You'll get your own room. I can arrange better meals. But you will not leave, you will not be informed of my plans, and I won't let you kill someone whose blood is so valuable to me. Although I'm sure they'll be appreciative when I tell them what you tried to do." Silver finally breaks through the silence. I hadn't really expected to be allowed outside, nor that he would keep me in the loop about his evil Mafia plans. He doesn't strike me as a monologer. But I'm not sure if I should be relieved or not that Quinn will survive at least today.

"What about my highballs?" I ask. Silver does something I haven't heard him do before. He laughs, like a clear but low frequency bell. Lowkey, it's kinda hot. But once again, I must insist that I am truly against Stockholm syndrome.

"You really are a narcissistic bastard. Prove your worth through cooperation, and maybe I can take care of it." He chortles.

"Fine." I agree. Silver pulls out a legitimate flip phone and calls someone.

"Pull them up." He says, then immediately he hangs up. I know he's a Mafia boss, but these are some seriously strong Mafia boss vibes.

Immediately, the shark cage outside begins to lift, taking its inky dark cloud with it.

"Now what?" I ask. Silver grabs my wrist and pulls me uncomfortably close. His surprisingly clean smelling breath escapes his mouth through his Cheshire grin and onto my face. Ew.

"Cooperate."