"So Jakes, will you tell us where you hid it? Or are we going to have to persuade you?" A voice emerged from the darkness. ...

Death Suits You

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"So Jakes, will you tell us where you hid it? Or are we going to have to persuade you?" A voice emerged from the darkness.

"Persuasion? hmm... I may tell for some decent food. Don't mean to hurt your feelings, but that soup you've been serving me isn't going to win Master Chef anytime soon." Jakes scoffed at his own humour. Silence crept from the darkness. "I guess it's the thought that counts. I thank you for keeping me fed during such a time." Sarcasm wagged his tongue. 

"Shut up!" A new voice reared from the dark. It was hoarse and needed a drink. "If you don't tell us, maybe your girlfriend will, or how about your mother?"

Jakes' bravado left him momentarily. It returned wearing new shoes and an expensive hat. "Persuasion 101, use something personal against your target. Nice touch guys, but mother abandoned me as a child and I only have eyes for The Queen."

"It doesn't need to be this way Jakes." The calmer voice slithered from the dark. "Tell us where you hid it and this ends now."

"Let's save some time shall we? I'm not going to tell you anything. There is nothing you can threaten me with and if I die, so does the whereabouts of the little black box." Jakes face read 'your move' like a chess grandmaster who has just checked their opponent.  

Silence tried to sweep through the room but a drop of something dripped somewhere.

Jakes sat beneath a capricious light, that was not concerned with the idea of being reliable. When it chose to do its job, it doused Jakes with a beam that lit a small area around him. Darkness veiled everything that the light didn't touch. 

Jakes hands interlocked behind his back. A tatty rope tied them to a creaky chair. Despite being stripped naked, he showed more calm than a monk during prayer. A damp stench hung in the air but Jakes had acclimatised to it.

From the shadows, a diminutive figure moved forward. It stopped short of coming into the light. Jakes guessed it was the calmer voice.

"I was beginning to think I was surrounded by a cult of voyeurs. Why don't you come closer, let's see which idiots decided to capture a Scarlet Agent." Jakes adjusted himself to a more upright position. 

"So confident aren't we Jakes?" The voice was new but familiar. "It wasn't always like that was it?"

The figure hobbled further forward, tasting the flickering light. She dropped her hood. Jakes barked in anger. He convulsed and agonised, testing the quality of his constraints. His feet thrashed in a futile attempt to frighten her. Left and right, his chair shimmied. "You!" His teeth tussled with each other to a stalemate.

"Didn't think you'd see me again. What were your last words to me?" The woman's talons scratched her chin. "I remember. 'Death suits you.' "

Hate seared across Jakes' face. The veins in his throat bulged. The woman vultured around him waiting to strike. "Let's play a game Jakes?" She whipped a phone from her cloak and shoved it in his face. "Take a look at this screen." Without looking, Jakes spat at the phone but missed. "Manners Jakes. What are they teaching you at Scarlet these days?" Jakes earlier confidence had found a new host.

Two women appeared on the screen. They were in a well lit basement. Like Jakes, they were tied to the chairs they sat on, but with more clothing. Gags and blindfolds interfered with their faces, but Jakes knew them. His eyes gave that away.

"How did we find them? Is that what you want to know? Snakes are everywhere Jakes."

"You piece of..."

"Wait, wait. You haven't even heard the game." Her lips curved upwards, enjoyment pulsed through her movements. "You have to say a number between 1 and 10. If these easy to find women say the same number as you. They die. If they say the wrong number then I'll let them live." Jakes' face carried his reply. "Oh not a fan of that game?" She sighed, "It's one of my favourites." Jakes throttled her ocularly. "Don't look at me like that. Tell us where the box is and no one dies."

"Release them and I will tell you everything."

"Demands? In your position." Sarcasm erupted in the form of chuckle. "Box then the women."

"Release one of them. I will tell you where it is and then you must release the other."

She stroked the wrinkles out of her forehead. "How about we change it. I kill one of them. Then you tell me where it is. If it's where you say then the other one lives. Yes? That's much better."

"Please. No. Please!" Jakes struggled on the chair.

She spoke into the phone. "Kill his mother first. Death suits her."

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