Chapter Thirteen
Karl and the Interrogation
Asha held the bottle to his lips.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Karl whispered and drank, he was so glad to feel the cool water slip down his throat. He let his head flop back down onto the hard steel headrest of the chair.
“All you have to do is tell me the combination, Karl,” Asha whispered. “Four numbers – you’ve told me two already. Just one more number is all I really need because I can guess the last one – tell me, darling, and the pain will stop.”
“No,” he grunted.
Asha sighed and offered him another sip of water. He took it – his mouth had been so dry. Screaming tended to do that.
Asha put the cup on the table next to the chair he’d built – it was an odd sort of contraption. A box girder frame construction; he’d originally used nuts and b
