Captives & Cattle Prods
“Where’s Grace?” I asked, leaning close to Robert’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” he replied, “I don’t know anyone named Grace.”
I slapped him, rocking him back in the seat.
“Where is she? We need to find her, and you’re the last person that we know was with her.”
“I wouldn’t say you don’t know,” I said as I pulled my new cattle-prod out from the cabinet. “On second thought, please tell me you don’t know. I’ve been looking for a reason to use this. Gwen won’t test it on me, and won’t let me test it on her, so you’re the next viable candidate for it…”
I touched him with the end of it and pressed the button. The shock clicked loudly, and his whole body jolted sending him backward. The chair slammed to the floor.
“Shit,” I said as I stepped over him to see he had been knocked out, “Gwen’s going to be pissed.”
I touched his neck to make sure I hadn’t killed him. Thankfully there was a pulse. I set the prod down on the table and tried to lift him, but the chair slipped out of my hands and fell awkwardly back to the floor.
I heard walking above me, and whispered under my breath, “fuck.”
This time I managed to get the chair back up on four legs. I looked around for a place to put him. There was a small alcove next to the cabinet that would put him out of view of the door. I slid him over and stepped to the door to look. I could still see his zip-tied legs.
I heard Gwen coming down the stairs surging panic through me.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I whispered searching for a better spot for him. When I couldn’t find one, I grabbed a sheet out of the cabinet and threw it over him before opening the cabinet door to try to block the view a little better.
The door to the guest room opened, and Gwen stood there looking groggy with her hair in a tangled mess.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I lied, “just doing some reorganizing down here.
“It’s five-thirty in the morning, and you’re dressed. Since when do you get up this early?” she asked. “What’s really going on?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” I shrugged as she stepped into the room.
“What the hell is this?” Gwen asked as she came around the corner and pulled the sheet.
“He was unconscious when I found him!” I blurted.
“Henry, you and I both know that you’re full of shit. Who is this?”
I looked down at the floor, “I’m sorry, I went and found Robert Jenkinson, I was hoping that he’d talk easy and I’d be able to get information on Grace before you woke up, so I have good news with your breakfast.
“Did you use this?” Gwen asked noticing the prod on the table.
“What the fuck, Henry…”