I grabbed a basin of cold water and threw it over them. The icy sensation jolted them awake.

"Felicia!"

"Fee!"

The three voices came one after another.

I took out a fruit knife from my pocket, its sharp edge promising a satisfying sting if plunged into their flesh.

I lightly tapped Jeffrey with the back of the knife.

He tried to maintain his composure, "Fee, what is this? Stop playing around and let me go!"

I smirked, "Who said I’m playing? Aren't you aware of what you've done? Do you need me to spell it out for you?"

Jeffrey continued to act clueless, unwilling to speak.

I let the knife...