him, Zora clamped her lips closed and they looked at one another in silence for a time, she dripping onto the carpet slowly, he maintaining an authoritarian demeanor.
“Miss Matthews,” Tex eventually said, showing signs of impatience in his voice. “I am trying to help you. I'm trying to make this process as painless as possible for you. I suggest you start co-operating.”
“Bullshit.”
His eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“You're not trying to help me. You're trying to help you. You're lying to me just like he did and you'll get rid of me when I'm not useful anymore just like he did,” Zora snapped, her temper flaring.
A glimmer of triumph flashed in Tex's eyes. “He used you, did he? We're not talking sexually, are we?”
“He used me sexually,” Zora said flatly.
“Probably,” Tex said with casual callousness. “But that wasn't all he used you for, was it? You were on one of his teams, weren't you?”
Zora's blood ran cold. That was far too close to the truth for her comfort.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Tex's expression held triumph. “So let's speak plainly, shall we?”
Retreating back into silence, she clenched her jaw and held her tongue. No matter what she said, she would be revealing too much.
“Not going to talk to me?”
She sat in stony silence, pretending she was a statue. She almost wished she really was a statue, then people might stop messing with her.
“We know what happens if you won't talk to me, don't we?” His tone had become very patronizing, something Zora didn't appreciate at all. “Just tell me what you know and you'll be able to go home.”
He was wrong there. She would never be able to go home. Her home had vanished the moment Savage had stepped over its threshold and she'd not been able to find a real one since.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. It was the front desk clerk with a set of clean and vomit free clothes for Zora. Tex got the door and thanked the woman heartily whilst Zora kept her seat, scowling furiously. Soon enough they were alone again and she found herself confronted with yet another ugly and uncomfortable skirt and an equally uninspired blouse. Adding to the overall hideousness of the clothing was an additional scrap of fabric with a faded yellow sunflower pattern on it.
“What the hell is this?” She held it between thumb and forefinger.
“I think it goes over your hair,” Tex smirked.
Zora rolled her eyes dramatically. “Why don't you just get me a fucking burka?”
“Language,” Tex growled.
“Oh shut it, you're not my father,” Zora snapped, tossing the headscarf across the room. “You're a kidnapper.”
“A kidnapper who is going to tan your behind if you don't settle down.”
Zora gave him a look of focused fury. He was entirely unperturbed, a slim but strong figure sitting straight backed in his chair watching her carefully.
“Go get dressed and...”
“We'll go to jail? Yeah, sure, I see no reason not to co-operate with you.”
“There are things worse than jail.”
“What exactly are you threatening me with?” She took a step towards him, forgetting that she was clad in little more than a towel. Anger was making her brave and bold.
Before an altercation could take place Tex reached out and grabbed the edge of the towel, flicking it away from her body. Suddenly naked, she screamed and grabbed for the towel. Unable to wrest it from him, she scooped up the clothes and ran into the bathroom completely bare assed and blushing.
She slammed the door behind her and locked it then burst into tears of embarrassment and frustration. He'd seen her, he'd seen all of her. The sardonic smirk had said it all, he found her amusing. That wasn't how a man was supposed to react to a woman, a man was supposed to be filled with lust at the naked female form, not be entertained like it was some sort of sideshow.
“Bastard!” She screamed, kicking the door with the ball of her foot before sinking onto the
“Miss Matthews,” Tex eventually said, showing signs of impatience in his voice. “I am trying to help you. I'm trying to make this process as painless as possible for you. I suggest you start co-operating.”
“Bullshit.”
His eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“You're not trying to help me. You're trying to help you. You're lying to me just like he did and you'll get rid of me when I'm not useful anymore just like he did,” Zora snapped, her temper flaring.
A glimmer of triumph flashed in Tex's eyes. “He used you, did he? We're not talking sexually, are we?”
“He used me sexually,” Zora said flatly.
“Probably,” Tex said with casual callousness. “But that wasn't all he used you for, was it? You were on one of his teams, weren't you?”
Zora's blood ran cold. That was far too close to the truth for her comfort.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Tex's expression held triumph. “So let's speak plainly, shall we?”
Retreating back into silence, she clenched her jaw and held her tongue. No matter what she said, she would be revealing too much.
“Not going to talk to me?”
She sat in stony silence, pretending she was a statue. She almost wished she really was a statue, then people might stop messing with her.
“We know what happens if you won't talk to me, don't we?” His tone had become very patronizing, something Zora didn't appreciate at all. “Just tell me what you know and you'll be able to go home.”
He was wrong there. She would never be able to go home. Her home had vanished the moment Savage had stepped over its threshold and she'd not been able to find a real one since.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. It was the front desk clerk with a set of clean and vomit free clothes for Zora. Tex got the door and thanked the woman heartily whilst Zora kept her seat, scowling furiously. Soon enough they were alone again and she found herself confronted with yet another ugly and uncomfortable skirt and an equally uninspired blouse. Adding to the overall hideousness of the clothing was an additional scrap of fabric with a faded yellow sunflower pattern on it.
“What the hell is this?” She held it between thumb and forefinger.
“I think it goes over your hair,” Tex smirked.
Zora rolled her eyes dramatically. “Why don't you just get me a fucking burka?”
“Language,” Tex growled.
“Oh shut it, you're not my father,” Zora snapped, tossing the headscarf across the room. “You're a kidnapper.”
“A kidnapper who is going to tan your behind if you don't settle down.”
Zora gave him a look of focused fury. He was entirely unperturbed, a slim but strong figure sitting straight backed in his chair watching her carefully.
“Go get dressed and...”
“We'll go to jail? Yeah, sure, I see no reason not to co-operate with you.”
“There are things worse than jail.”
“What exactly are you threatening me with?” She took a step towards him, forgetting that she was clad in little more than a towel. Anger was making her brave and bold.
Before an altercation could take place Tex reached out and grabbed the edge of the towel, flicking it away from her body. Suddenly naked, she screamed and grabbed for the towel. Unable to wrest it from him, she scooped up the clothes and ran into the bathroom completely bare assed and blushing.
She slammed the door behind her and locked it then burst into tears of embarrassment and frustration. He'd seen her, he'd seen all of her. The sardonic smirk had said it all, he found her amusing. That wasn't how a man was supposed to react to a woman, a man was supposed to be filled with lust at the naked female form, not be entertained like it was some sort of sideshow.
“Bastard!” She screamed, kicking the door with the ball of her foot before sinking onto the
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