Obviously his conversation hadn’t gone the way he hoped. “Well? What next? Are you going to take me to the torture room next?” He chuckled. “No need. We can get what we need from you anywhere.” “Whatever. Just get on with it already.” “No more begging and pleading?” I shook my head, wincing from the pain it caused. “Something about this while situation stinks. You keep saying that I’m lying, but I think you know I’m not. There’s something else going on here. And since it seems to involve me being alive, I’ll just assume you can’t kill me.” He leaned against the wall, eyeing me. “Interesting. You really are quite perceptive. But don’t bother asking. I’m not letting you go and I’m not going to explain everything. That only happens in the movies.” “Fine. So, back to my cell?” He nodded.
