His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 526

Sinclair POV

I’ve returned to the old abandoned training camp. This place went out of business years ago. Here is where I would hide when I was bullied in school. It’s not far from the high school I went to, where Chad and Candy tormented me. No one ever found out about the building's secret entrance, so I would use it to study or hide.

It still looked old and run down. The glass windows are still busted out, and the birds are still flocking around. Here is where I survived when all seemed lost. Here is where I found solace with the other outcast animals.

Aric is looking at this place and grimaces. “What is this place?”

I looked at him as he carried Cherise over his shoulder. He has no idea the things I dealt with or where I would go to lick my wounds. I have told him, but being here might make him realize the despair I once felt.

“This was my solace when I was in high school. I came here to study, and I came here to hide. Now we come to interrogate,” I said.

His eyes darkened. “You hid here?”

“I told you about this place. Regardless, now is not the time to talk about those things.”

I looked around the room for the small abandoned desk that was left here decades ago. It’s been so long since I have been here that I can’t remember where I last put it. I looked around and then in the corner, hidden beneath boxes of discarded gym equipment, I saw it. It’s rusty and old. The chair's red plastic is faded, and the table is covered in ink and curse words from long ago.

I pulled it out and moved it to the middle of the room. I brought my duffel bag and pulled out the rope I'd packed. I also pulled out a couple of bottles of water I picked up and my gun.

“Put her in the chair,” I told Aric.

After he sat her in the chair, I started tying her legs to the rusted legs of the desk. Then I grabbed the remaining length of the rope, pulled it from under the desk, and tied her hands behind the chair. After that, I poured the water over her head and watched her wake up in shock.

“Wakey, wakey, mommy dearest!” I said.

“What the fuck!” She gasped between gulps of air. “You are fucking insane! Let me go!”

“Whether you get let go or not is entirely up to you, mommy,” I said condescendingly.

“You bitch!”

“You have no idea. Now, we are going to have a spirited conversation. One where you tell me what I want to know. If you don’t, I start shooting body parts. Are you ready for that, mommy?”

“I’m not your fucking mommy, you crazy bitch!”

“Oh, I know,” I chuckled.

I note that Aric is standing back observing me. He’s smirking. Yeah, she being a hunter has literally zero effect on me. I don’t give a rat’s ass. I grew up in the human world. I know her kind.

“Now, why did you take me from my parents, Cherise?”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, so feisty. Let’s loosen that attitude of yours a bit, shall we?” I asked. I grabbed my gun, pulled a silencer from the bag, and screwed it on slowly. Just enough to play mental warfare on her psyche.

When I was done, I pointed it at her right leg. “Last chance. Start talking, or I start shooting. Why did you take me from my parents?”

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