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‘GIMME MORE’ – BRITNEY SPEARS
KOOKABURRA
Nightshade leads us to a heavy wooden door and pushes it open, revealing a stone room. The walls, the floor, even the ceiling, are all decked out in thick, cold, grey stone. The temperature is colder down here, but the air is thicker. Even in the low light, a glint of silver on the flood catches my eye and I see that it’s a small circular drain. Unease swirls in my stomach as I take in the rest of the room.
A chair that looks like it came from a dental practice is in the middle of the space, and together with the restraints and the drain, it makes my lunch threaten to resurface. The walls are lined with all my favourite toys – the tools I’ve used to kill – and I don’t know whether to be afraid or excited. Maybe I’m somewhere in the middle with a massive side of arousal thrown in.
“This looks fun,” I quip dryly.
“Welcome to the party,” Snow purrs in my ear. I don’t like it. Anything that has him purring so sexily in my ear is going to be nothing good for me. The guy hates me. Which means—
“Ah I’m glad you finally made it,” Doctor Seytan says, stepping into the room and closing, and then locking, the door behind her. For a second I think she must be insane to step into a room, alone and unarmed, with so many certified psychopaths, but then as if to remind me of the power she holds, I swear I feel the chip in the back of my neck tingle.
I have to be imaging it. Right?
“Boys, as you know, the consequences for failing an assignment are severe,” Doctor Seytan says, coming to stand before all of us. I wonder why I’m being excluded from that statement? Probably because I didn’t know shit.
“With all due respect, ma’am, we didn’t fail the mission,” Nightshade says.
“What was the mission?” she asks dangerously. Night grits his teeth.
“To neutralise the threat of Judge Jeremiah,” he replies carefully.
She scowls. “Wrong. The mission was for Kayla to kill Judge Jeremiah. That did not happen.”
“He’s still dead though,” I call out, unable to hold my tongue. “What does it matter who dealt the final blow? He was practically gone by the time I was finished with him anyway.”
Seytan’s smile turns reptilian as she narrows her eyes at me.
“The directive was thatyoukill him, Miss Kingfisher.”
“Well, maybeyoushould have told me that!”
A stunned silence falls.
“Take a seat, Miss Kingfisher,” Seytan says, her jaw clenched.
“I’m fine standing, thanks.”
“I insist. A little help, Mr Frost?”
Snow steps forward and I grin at him.
“I don’t see what’s so funny,” he says lowly, grabbing my arm and dragging me over to the modified dentist’s chair.
“You are. Mr Frost? Snow? That’s hilarious, snowflake.”
His fierce scowl turns into a deadly smile as he pushes me back and I fall into the chair. He makes quick work of strapping me in so that I can barely move and then he leans over to whisper in my ear, “we’ll see who’s laughing when your blood, sweat and piss is pouring down that drain.”
I shiver.
“Let’s begin.” Seytan claps and then rubs her hands together like some archetypal movie villain. Honestly, she reminds me of Umbridge – and I fucking hated that cunt.
But I’m not about to give her the satisfaction of seeing me squirm, ask questions or beg.
“Who would like to go first?” Seytan asks. No one answers. I squirm in my chair, wondering what’s coming but knowing it won’t be anything good.
“I will,” Snow says after a beat.
