She was left in there, but the two who stood by the door never left and although she couldn't clearly see them she knew they have watched her humiliation and how fast she got back into her clothes.
She sat a day in there, no food no sip of water. She was starving and holding in more urine. But she didn't think of food because the stench of that room made her gag all the time but she did think of bathing. The room wasn't air conditioned so she was sweating even between her butt.
Two days without a word from anyone if she was even counting correctly because there were no windows to see on the outside. All she saw were the four guards who swapped shifts so she was relying on that to tell time.
On what she thought was day three a door bursting open woke her up from what was a weakness induced sleep.
The man she assumed was the boss came in strolling, a chair was prepared for him across from her.
This man was still wearing sweats, and he came in eating a huge sub while holding another unopened one in his hand.
"You're resting?" He asked in a nice tone.
"I have no choice." She responded in a weak dry voice.
"You hungry?" He chewed right in her face knowing very well how hungry and weak she was. He was torturing her.
"Not really." She managed to shake her head.
"Ohh! Aren't you tough now?" He waited for her to say something snarky but she just looked at him.
"Okay let's get to business." She gave him a questioning look, she didn't even know why she was here so what business did they have?
"Where is Sam?" He was still sitting down and very calm.
"I don't know." She answered.
He didn't seem like he had patience so he looked at Victor and he fetched a bunch of tools.
The man laid out all the tools infront of her and just like that she managed to sit herself upright.
"I really don't know where he is. I don't even know a Sam." Even in her weak state you could hear that she has started pleading her case.
"That's fine." The man said while choosing which tool to use.
"I hear you don't have a very high tolerance for pain as a princess so for your sake I hope your memory is jogged up." What was this man even saying to her.
In that statement she kind of heard that maybe this man might know the real her, the one she forgot.
He slowly raised her foot and put it on his lap.
She didn't squirm at first but after he took off her shoe and put that device on her toe nail she tried with all her strength to retract her leg but he was holding firmly.
A nod of the head from him and Victor was holding her down.
She screamed in pain as the man forcefully removed her big toe nail by its roots from her toe.
She was heavily breathing while her toe had it's own heartbeat and still painful.
"Now you have nine other toes and I have all the tools so let's talk." He slid her foot down with force to the floor.
"All I have to do is tell you where Sam is?" She didn't know why she asked that.
"I thought you didn't know him." The man questioned.
"Will you let me go if I tell you?" Her breaths were still heavy and she was still in immense pain with sweat dripping all over her face.
"Well I will but you won't be alive for too long after you give me Sam." He was talking about the fact that the people who work for Sam will kill her once they find out she was the snitch.
"But!" A thought came to him, "you're the Stein princess so they might spare you.
"I'm the what?" She asked trying to get the man to say more about her.
"Where is Sam?" He didn't have time to play her games.
"You know me." It sounded like a question
"Everybody in our world knows you." He answered.
"Then who am I?" She was serious, if maybe she could figure out her name then maybe her memories would be unlocked.
"Are you playing with me?" He furrowed his brows.
"No."
They made eye contact and there was no sound from either of them.
"What is this? A staring contest.?" He broke their silence.
"Your eyes...." he looked away.
"What about them?" She thought he had noticed something.
"I have tortured a lot of people. I have seen fear and pleading and fire from the stupid ones,deciet and lies but yours..." he trailed off again.
"What!?" She pushed.
"You look confused." He finally admitted.
"That's because I am. Okay, I don't know you or a Sam. Hell I don't even know myself!" She straight out told him.
"What?" He was confused.
"I have lost all my memories. I don't remember anything about my past." She wanted him to believe her.
He took another look in her eyes and something in him told him to believe her but his brain sparked and thought she was playing him.
"You have to believe m-"
"Enough!" He exclaimed. "I won't hear anymore." She opened her mouth to say something but she knew it was futile.
"Where is Sam?" This time she said nothing. She had already said her piece if he didn't believe her then there was nothing she couldn't do.
Seeing her resistance he stepped on her injured toe and she screamed in pain and the scream got louder as he put more force on his foot.
He removed his foot and she stopped screaming but all her other toes were singing in pain sympathizing with the big toe.
She tried to catch her breath but it was a little hard, head hung she raised it a little bit and made intense eye contact with him, "torture me all you want but you won't get what you want." She spoke in between her breaths.
"There it is!" The man exclaimed like he just hit a jackpot.
"You're hiding Sam." He grinned like a madman with his face near hers.
"You're missing the point dumbass." Her voice was now intense.
"You continue to torture me I still won't remember nothing." She was finally able to raise her head throwing it back.
"Which means you're wasting your time when you could be OUT THERE FINDING SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS WHERE SAM IS!!" She screamed her lungs out and hung her head again.
"Okay, let's play into your fantasy." His tone relaxed again.
"How about I hit you with a hammer to the head and maybe your memories might resurface?" It was threatening, and he made a hitting gesture showing jer how he will execute it.
"Go ahead." She gave him permission almost spitting on him.
"Or the hammer might actually kill you." He reminded her of the danger.
"I'm dead either way because I can't give you Sam." She relaxed into her chair eyes closed feeling peaceful.
Seeing this enraged him he started going through his toolbox and he found a very big and heavy hammer. She opened one eye at the sounds and saw him lifting it up and she closed her eye again, she was waiting for her death and she knew it was over because there was no negotiating with this guy and pleading wouldn't help either.
He saw that she saw him with the hammer but what surprised him was that she wasn't tightly closing her eyes instead it was like she was sleeping.
"You really don't remember do you?" She opened her eyes but said nothing, she could say it a hundred times but it was his choice to believe him
He accidentally dropped the hammer on her injured toe, "MOTHERFUCKER!!" She screamed.
Somehow during this whole ordeal she had become a little brave.
She put her foot on her thigh and started blowing on her toe while massaging it from the bottom.
That scene looked ridiculous to him and he was stuck just watching her.
"Fine I believe you." He suddenly said and she stopped blowing and looked at him.
"So you're going to let me go!?" Hope came back in her eyes but was instantly shuttered with a resounding No.
"You don't know yourself but I know you." Damn it she thought to herself.
"I'll figure out what use you are to me and how to use your empty brain to lure out Sam." Her jaw dropped as her mind screamed that she was in deep trouble.