She just stood there, staring at me.

If I were counting the minutes she’d spent frozen, we could have finished an entire interrogation by now.

"Look... Sullivan," she finally found her voice. I smirked. A moment ago, she was playing the fearless, sharp-tongued siren upstairs, but right now, her wide-eyed shock was making me want to bend her over my knee.

"Got questions?" I asked coldly, knowing she had a hundred. It was written all over her face.

"Well..." She breathed out, pursing those red, voluptuous lips. "What the hell is this place? And why the fuck am I here?"

"Don't you know?"

"No!" she snapped back. "I don't know...