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motioning for me to follow him.
    Slicking my tongue over my teeth and tasting blood in the process – did I chip a tooth this time? – I let go of Sabrina and take a step towards the door. If I don’t play along, I’ll have no pussy for tonight.
    “Aw, Angel, do you have to?” she pleads, putting on her sweetest voice.
    It doesn’t work on me, but she doesn’t have to know that.
    “I’ll be back in a minute, baby,” I promise, glancing at her as I pull the door closed behind me. “Don’t touch any of my shit.”
    I leave her in the room with a confused look on her face, looking around herself for anything that she could even theoretically rifle through. I have one bag of clothes next to the cupboard and a pile of exercise equipment in the corner, that’s it for personal possessions. Not exactly a treasure throve of information.
    Sage flips the switch on the automatic locks and I hear the clicks, whirrs and rattles that come with shutting five separate deadbolts. The door is solid steel. Even I couldn’t take it off the hinges.
    “So, what’s this about?” I ask, walking in front of Sage like a convict.
    Sage’s hand keeps hovering over his gun, even though I’m there voluntarily. Must be a force of habit, or he has seen me take out one too many guys in the ring. Either case, I can’t really blame him for being sensibly afraid for his health.
    “You’ll see, Memphis,” he tells me, finally using my real name.
    Memphis.
    It sounds like another memory from a life I used to have and could never taste again.
    Maybe one day.
    After all, one-hundred isn’t so fucking far anymore….

Three

Adrienne
    W alking out into the hallway with Hannah following sheepishly behind me, my nerves are killing me. I need to get a better hold on myself if I want to fool Cobb into thinking he can’t get to me.
    The hallway is filled with several guards, with Cobb standing front and center, grinning at me in that evil way of his. One day, I’ll wipe that smile off his face, and I’ll enjoy every second of it. I can’t wait to see his empire crumble around him.
    “What is it?” I ask in a clipped tone, crossing my arms protectively in front of my body as I face Cobb. “You wanted to see me?”
    “Indeed.” He grins that wolfish smile again, the one that makes my skin crawl. “We’re going to take a little trip down to the basement.”
    I narrow my eyes at him, already knowing he has another game of his planned out for my benefit. He motions for me to follow him, and I don’t really have a choice in the matter, as two guards shove me forward.
    I stumble, and my gaze connects with Hannah’s helpless one. I can tell she wants to help me, but she’s too afraid to make a move. Again, her severed off pinkie comes to mind, and I shudder at the thought. That poor thing, she must be scared out of her mind.
    Surrounded by guards, I follow Cobb down the hallway and down a flight of stairs that leads into the basement area. I look around to see if I can see a trace of my mother anywhere, but she’s nowhere to be seen. My heart swells with pain for her and I briefly wonder when I’ll get to see her again.
    If ever.
    But I don’t have too much time to dwell on those thoughts, as Cobb leads us down the rickety stairs into a space that resembles a dungeon more than it does a basement.
    “Welcome, welcome,” he says in a proud tone, like some kind of circus director.
    I feel such an overwhelming surge of disgust for him I feel bile rising in my throat. And as he walks us around the grounds, my feelings for him only grow from hatred to despise. I wish I could bash his head in, but I can’t get too close to him. As if suspecting I have something sinister on my mind, Cobb constantly makes sure there are guards separating us.
    I keep my gaze trained on the floor as we walk through the dungeons, but after a while, curiosity gets the better of me. I slowly lift my eyes, and drink in the sights before me.
    On either side of the