My stomach clenched as a roaring sound filled my ears. I wanted to jump up and choke Hunter until his face turned purple and his eyes bulged out.
“Why the hell have you done this to me?” I asked, hands curling into fists.
“You know why.”
“No, I mean—why did you stalk me for months? Why did you bring me here and torture me? Why not just turn me in?” I asked, stomach roiling with a mixture of anger and confusion. “We both know what I did. Who I killed. No point denying it, because you obviously have some sort of evidence that led you to figure it out. So why don’t you just call the police and get them to arrest me? Why drag it out for so long with all this bullshit?”
“I’m going to contact the police eventually,” he replied. “But first I want to hear you say it. I want to hear the whole story. Every single little detail in your own words.”
I shook my head and looked down at my lap. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I muttered, shoulders sagging. “Just call the police now, if you want me gone so badly.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “No. Tell me what you did first, and why,” he said, voice soft yet icy. “If you confess right now, I might go easy on you for the rest of the time that you’re stuck here.”
I sighed heavily. “Why do you even care what I did?” I asked, glancing up at him. “You’ve never struck me as the kind of guy who gives a shit about—”
I stopped midsentence and shrank back against the wall as a murderous expression appeared on Hunter’s face. “Just fucking say it,” he said through gritted teeth.
I held my palms out in front of me, wishing I could stop them from trembling so much.
“Okay. Fine,” I said. “I’ll tell you everything.”