Scarlett

“Where is it?" The voice barked for the umpteenth time, assaulting my ringing ears. A cloth was tightly tied around my eyes and another loosely over my mouth, leaving just enough space for me to talk.

"No idea,” I gave the same answer, earning another slap, forceful enough that it whipped my head to the side. The impact left a sting on my face, but other than that, I didn’t cower. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, flowing from my burst lip and bleeding nose.

A bitter chuckle followed after my answer from the mysterious man. ”You think that you are tough because you can handle a...