His eyes were grey. He watched me in the corner of the sofa a moment, standing over the just locked door like a melodramatic vampire before he went back towards his chair opposite me and sat. "First we talk. That will be the painful bit, I think. Then we play. If you live, I take you our and treat you very very well. It is very possible, however, that you will not. But it is not a horrible death. I will shoot you in the heart. It may be a relief. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Now, my little Raven, who first fucked you and how old were you?" I sighed. This. So often this. I considered the lie of my nonexistent brother that I had so often told. But... this man might kill me. For that favor I decided to tell the truth. "My Grandaddy. I'm not sure how old I was. I think about two or so." "You decided not to lie! Now tell me, are you hoping to die or is this some sort of quest for answers?"
