There was silence for a long moment. "Are you challenging me?" the old man asked. Clearly, it had hurt his inflated but fragile ego.
"You don't like it when a small girl challenges you, is it? You used your daughter to kidnap unsuspecting and vulnerable women, drugged them into unmovable objects, and then treated them as you wanted to."
His eyes burned with anger. I extended my cheek to him, glad that his slap had woken me up from the drowsiness I was feeling.
"You want to play a game with me?" he seethed.
"But you're not qualified to play any games with me, don't you think?" I countered. "You knew you could never beat us, so you drugged us and tied us up. If you have the balls, go ahead and leave us undrugged. Let's see how long you last."
He mulled over it for a second.
