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Undertaker left me in that cell for hours. I didn’t have my phone, and it aggravated me that I had to keep kicking away rats in this hellhole. I was dirty, thirsty, tired, and worried about Crow. When he figured out that I was missing, he would lose his shit. Worse, he might do something stupid to get me back. I could handle that if I wasn’t so sure Undertaker might try to kill him.
“Hey,” I yelled for what had to be the twentieth time. “You can’t keep me in here forever!”
“Actually,” a soft voice contradicted, “I think he can.”
Surprised, I blinked, rushing to the bars to stare as best I could through the gaps. To the left, down one cell, a young woman with blonde hair styled in braids waved. She looked as dirty and exhausted as I felt. “Hi. How long have you been here?”
“I’m not sure. Weeks?”
Shit. “Did Undertaker kidnap you?”
She shook her head, backing away from the bars.
“Hey! Sorry! We don’t have to talk about that.”
She moved close again, resting her forehead against the cool metal. “I’m Rebecca, but I like to be called Rebel.”
Cute. “My name is Bella. Nice to meet you, Rebel.”
“Is it? Really?”
“Meeting you? Yes. Being here? Hell no.”
The corners of her lips twitched like she fought a smile. It was hard to tell in the dim light.
“Do they ever give us water?” I asked as my mouth felt dry.
“Twice a day. Sunrise and sunset. That’s when they give us food, too.”
I didn’t ask what they provided.
“You’ll get out of here.”
“Why do you say that?” I wondered.
“Because you stood up to him. He liked it.”
She heard that conversation with Undertaker.
“He hurt my sister.”
“He’s hurt a lot of people.”
Yeah, I bet. That was probably why she was here, too. Maybe he killed someone she loved.
I opened my mouth to reply when I heard the sound of metal creaking and a key turning the lock at the top of the stairs. I could see far enough down the length of the cells to make out the bottom of them. Concrete. We were at least fifteen feet below ground level.
Heavy boots thundered down the stairs as the beast heaved his bulk in my direction. “You’re being set free,” he announced as he stopped in front of my cell.
“Why? Am I getting my retribution now?”
He snorted. “Something like that.”
What the hell did that mean?
Undertaker shoved a key into the lock, pausing as he stared at me. He seemed to be considering something. “When I open this gate, you should run.”
I didn’t want to ask. Nothing good would come from his answer. I felt it deep in my bones. This wasn’t freedom. It was a test. Or maybe, an opportunity. “Should I be asking questions? Do they matter?”
