Chapter 91: Deny. Deny. Deny.
(ARLO)
"Meaning what? You still plan to torture me anyway, you’re still holding the cattle prod."
"Yes, but I’ll avoid your balls for now if you’re nice and cooperative."
"How about you avoid them altogether?" He asks then swallows loudly.
"Sorry, but I know you’re not gonna want to talk. You’ve tortured thousands of men over the years, you know how this works. We both know that teasing a man’s junk is an ideal ice breaker."
"If you think that I’m going to tell you anything that could hurt Sasha’s family then just know that I won’t. You can zap my balls however long you want. I’m not talking."
"Good for you. We’ll see about that soon enough. Now turn."
He looks obstinate as a muscle works on his cheek. He hesitates for a moment but finally turns."
Even though I’m relieved that I finally got him to comply, I do my best to not show him that. Regardless of my attitude, I have to admit it is fun going head-to-head with Miles. I drop the flashlight near the floor and tuck the cattle prod under my arm then lurch forward quickly to cuff him. I’m glad to have thought ahead and gone for the big cuffs because his hands are thick and muscular. The normal cuffs wouldn’t have fit him.