Two days after the ceremony, I finally went down to the basement to see JD. There were basic amenities available to him and he got fed twice a day. He had a sink and a toilet and an open shower with a cot with bedding. I wasn’t inhumane even though he was a bastard that deserved to suffer.
“You look well, JD,” I said to him.
“How long are you planning on keeping me here?” he asked.
“As long as I see fit,” I said.
“Carson will retaliate,” he said to me confidently.
“Oh JD, how naïve you are. Carson gave you up seconds into the interrogation and placed all the blame on you,” I said to him.
“You’re a liar!” he seethed.
“Am I? Why hasn’t Carson come for you yet? It’s been days now,” I said as I leaned against the wall.
“You’re planning on killing me, aren’t you?” he asked me.
