I stood there staring at her. My anger getting stronger and stronger, but I knew that if I was going to get any answers out of this b***h then I needed to calm down. She was going to use this to her advantage. If I wanted answers then she was going to try and bargain for them.
“Who the f**k are you?” I asked.
“Wow. Straight to the point.” She said.
“You come from my dad’s pack?” I asked.
“Maybe. You’ve got my file so you probably have all of your answers. You’re just here to make sure that you read it properly.” She said.
“Don’t f**k around with me. Tell me the f*****g truth.” I said.
“Maybe I don’t want to tell you the truth. Maybe you don’t deserve the f*****g truth. I’ve been locked in this dungeon for who knows how long, being treated like crap, being fed really crappy food
