Nefretiri
"Go to hell," I'm freezing, but I won't give any of them the satisfaction of knowing how much pain I'm in.
"Oh?" The redhead came in, mocking me in his black sweatpants and sleeveless shirt. Part of me would've killed to have that much on, and he comes in here barefoot as if mocking me further. "So, should we do another hour? Or maybe two?"
I said nothing.
My body couldn't take any more of this. How long had they kept me here? It couldn't have been more than an hour, but it felt like days. Jushion wasn't wearing his watch so I couldn't see the time. There was no set timing for the room. They changed the temperature when they wanted; today, things were much worse.
All I knew was I was suffering hypothermia, and frostbite was attacking my fingers and toes.
