Page 18 of Echoes From Within
“Is this recording, Blaze?” I hear him ask. “I think somethings up.”
“Yeah, from the second he connected.”
“I’d rather stand,” I say, trying to ignore the many voices in my head.
For the first time in days, my alters are all quiet. Thank goodness for that. I’m not sure I would be able to focus with so many talking at once.
“Fair enough,” the man says. He turns fully toward me in his seat and leans back as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “How long have you been here?”
“I’ve been here for five days,” I answer, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. “Now, I’m not going to answer another one of your questions until you tell me who the fuck you are.”
“Fair enough,” he repeats. “My name is Malachi Sinclair.”
He watches me as if waiting for a reaction. I give him none regardless of the curses going off in my head.
“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?” I ask. “You look as if you’re expecting recognition. We’re in the same boat here buddy.”
“I guess we are,” he responds. “What’s your name?”
Immediately, I want to give him a false name, but I’ve already told Sophia my name, and if this the Malachi running the place he likely already heard.
“Travis,” I say.
“Damnit, Venom,” Ghost sighs in my ear.
“Don’t look too interested in him,”Xander says.“Go grab a water.”
“So, you were kidnapped?” Malachi asks, sounding bored.
“I was fucking drugged,” I growl. “The second I escape this place I’m going to find that fucker and kill him. That is if my brothers haven’t already.”
“Do you know the man who took you?” he asks me.
I take my time drinking down half the bottle of water before answering.
“No, I’ll know his face the moment I see it. He’s fucking dead.”
“When you escape?” Malachi asks, raising his brows. “You sound pretty sure you can manage that.”
“Careful, brother,” Steel says.
“You seem awfully relaxed for someone in your position,” I say, carefully changing the path of the conversation. “You seem to know what goes on around here. Are you one of the men willing to rape those women?”
“Oh, I’ve never raped a woman in my life,” Malachi says.
“Have you ever raped a man?”
He simply smiles.
Fucker.
“Travis,” he says, standing from his chair. “I have a proposition for you.”
“We’re both prisoners in this fucking place,” I growl. “What could you possibly have that I want?”
“Call it a favor,” he responds gleefully. “You do something for me and I’ll do something for you.”
Malachi walks over to the door, knocks twice, pauses, and knocks once more. The door opens and one of the guards walks in holding a bottle of scotch.