Identical Tattoos

✿~Inquires still goes on~✿

"What more do you know about me?" He asks, making me focus on him now.

"Many things," I answer, teasingly wiggling my brows at him. A remarkable smirk appeared on his face as he stands up to turn around when I continue to say, "You got, or had a lighter in silver color. The number of 76 carved in the lid."

He halts as if the world paused around him, and turn his head in profile then back to me.

"What? How do you know that?"

I sigh, shaking my head. This was getting too boring and overused. Couldn't they just cut me free? This whole thing reminded me of a typical American thriller series when the police start questioning the suspect during interrogation.

He bends down to the same level as me, shaking my shoulders.

"Answer me! How do you freaking know about my lighter?!"

Nate and Sully interfered immediately when he raised his voice at me.

"Sam! Calm down!" Sully insisted. I could tell that Sam was uneasy and slightly anxious.

"Your camera is safe," Nate said, throwing it carelessly on the bed.

"Hey, be careful with that one! It's an expensive thing!" I complained about how he treated almost my precious thing in the world. "All I wanted was a nice fucking holiday. But, here I am, with unknown yet recognizing people, attached to a dumb ass chair in my bathrobe, somewhat drunk and getting questioned in a bad manner as if I were a dog! You are treating me unfairly. I got civil rights!"

They remained on mute for a long while, unsure if my last word had an effect on them at all. I sighed again, hopeless.

"I guess your silence means we're having a long night ahead, with loads of nerve-wracking questions still..."

They centralized around the small table in the room, chitchatting lowly to come up with an implication.

"If you guys untie me, I'll show you a clip of you on camera. I can prove that you exist in a game I told you about."

Sully and Sam throw a quick glance at Nate, waiting for the commander to give an order.

"Sully, bring her camera and let's have a look," he emphasized poorly as he frowned. He was becoming depleted as well.

Their heads were almost into the screen while they studiously were browsing the photos.

"Hold on a sec, that's us!" Nate claimed, looking surprised as if he didn't recognize himself. Sully observed.

"Well Goddamn! It's the market in Madagascar." He became "amazed" too. "Just where we parted ways with Sam."

I roll my eyes. They looked dull.

"Yeah, and that lemur you patted is me, presumably..."

They repossessed to become critical again. "Are you making fun of us? What's this nonsense? Have you been stalking us at the market?"