"Get up."
Jay's vision blurred the edges of the figure standing over him.
"I said, get up." The harsh voice proceeding to sprout limbs, yanking Jay up off the concrete floor.
"Mmm!" He groaned at the calloused hands' contact with his open taser wounds. He had spent god knows how long dangling from the ceiling, an electric shock administered to his abdomen every time he didn't know an answer to their bevy of questions.
"Who's the next targets?"
"Who're you working for?"
"What do you know?"
Hits to his face were done when he outright refused to cooperate. That only happened a few times, when the men started to dig at his personal life.
"I would've thought you'd been smarter than this."
"Fucking high as a kite, no wonder you keep going on about your past. That shit's sad, man."
"Whoever this Hailey is, she must be one hell of a woman to put up with all this."
The tape was harshly ripped from his mouth. All he could do was stare at De'Von, the man he was only 24 hours ago getting a score from. Son of bitch. He marveled at his stupidity. He should've known better than to buy up drunk.
When De'Von got suspicious that he was a Narc, Jay was struck over the head and dragged from the back alley to an awaiting van. He was then transported to this sickly establishment, complete with rough concrete floors and cemented walls. And then, well, the beatings were what followed. He didn't know what else would happen now that was conscious. He just hoped he wouldn't let De'Von break his resolve completely.
"You've got company coming."
Jay felt his brows come together. He attempted to utter a "What?"
This apparently was comical to De'Von, who shook his head and knelt down next to Jay.
"Hailey's been so kind as to get me what I need. She'll be bringing me those targets I asked for. If all goes according to plan, you'll be out of here without a bullet in your brain. Now doesn't that sound like a good deal?" He grinned menacingly, and went to smack Jay's face approvingly, but Jay wrenched it away from his grasp.
"Besides, if she's as hot as the photo on your phone, I'll be happy to meet her."
Jay spat at him, and De'Von slapped him across the face.
"You know, I think I liked you better with the tape on." De'Von went over to the table to grab a new piece.
"I swear to god you son of a bitch, if you lay even one hand on Hailey, you won't live to regret it."
De'Von didn't acknowledge Jay's threat. He simply taped his mouth back up, leaving a deafening silence in the room.