“How big was he? Did he make you come? How many times did he take you?”
Every question is crude. Every question is meant to make me feel like an object.
But it doesn’t have the desired effect. He’s not succeeding in terrifying me like he wants to.
He’s only making me think of Cillian. Of the one night that ever mattered.
An idea seems to occur to him. “You know what?” Tristan muses. “I’m going to fuck him out of your head. Right here. Right now.”
I wish I could say I balked. That I screamed.
But the truth is that, after thirteen years of torment, I expect this kind of monstrosity from him. He doesn’t realize how predictable his methods of torture are.
It’s horrible every time. It feels like a part of my soul is crushed under the weight of his stink.
But I have survived it before.
I’ll survive it again.
This motherfucker will not win.
He shoves his weight into me and I close my eyes, trying to dissociate from the experience.
But just as he’s fiddling with the buckle of his trousers, I hear voices coming towards us.
“Tristan!”
With a frustrated growl, he releases me and steps back.
He makes sure his trousers are zipped up and proper before turning to the door of my open cell.
A fellow cop walks into the holding area. “Sorry, Tris,” he says. “Didn’t want to interrupt, but I have news.”
“It better be important fucking news,” he snaps.
His friend comes towards the cell and his eyes fall on me curiously. Something tells me he interrupted just so he could see me.
It’s surprising how few of Tristan’s cop buddies I’ve met over the years.
He likes to keep me closeted at home.
His possessiveness can get out of hand sometimes, so much so that even he’s aware of it at this point.
“This is the wife, huh?” the guy asks, his eyes traveling over my body in fascination. “Well, I see why you keep her locked up.”
“What the fuck did you come in here for, Gary?” Tristan demands.
“Like I said, something’s happened.”
“Spill it, man!”
“Kinahans and Murtagh… They’ve made their move.”
Tristan pales at once. “Fuck.”
I turn away from both of them. I couldn’t care less about the Kinahans. I’ve been hearing about mob business for the past thirteen years and it’s always the same shit.
Deals and drugs and trafficking.