"You have to answer every question I ask. If you are reluctant to answer a question… your friends will be shot down, one friend per unanswered question and you pick which one. Understand?" He raised an eyebrow as I nodded again. "Good." Hoyt smirked as he sat up. I finally looked up to him in the eyes, starting to see why everyone was scared of him. He's incredibly intense. He was still smirking at me, as he straightens up. "Your cheek's fine." Hoyt pointed out, I dropped my hand down and linked with my fingers together.

"Now then my dear, first question…" He replied. I looked up to quickly, to make sure I didn't piss him off again over something small. "Vaas says you're a doctor, correct?" My hands held tightly together as I meet his eyes.

"I'm an intern at Northcrest Hospital in New Hampshire." I replied. My answer didn't bother him that much; he just nodded.

"Is it a big hospital?" He added. "Well paid? Any rich patients? Bet it cost you a lot to get there?" I sat up before I answered; he's trying to see how money he could squeeze out of me.

"It's an educational hospital. I'm an intern, I don't get paid until I complete my first year and if they chose to keep me on as full-term staff. Private practice is where the patients go if their insurance can cover it, normally the more skilled medical staff work. And I used the money my grandparents left for me after their deaths. I don't even own a car."

"What about your family? What do you parents do for a living?"

"My father is a manager in a tech company, I haven't seen him since I was a teenager. My step father is a preschool teacher and my sister is currently in training to be an art teacher."

"What about your mother?"

"She's a stay at home mum. She used to work in a restaurant but now she mostly looks after my half-brother."

"Why? He's probably capable of looking after himself."

"My brother is 7 years old …" My voice went quiet. "He's a low functioning autistic."

He didn't answer or make any comments, probably not pleased with my answers. It's too clear that Hoyt must have been seeing how much money he gets out of them for my release. Hoyt placed his cigar back in his mouth and inhaled, the opposite end burnt red as he did so. Once he was done, he pulled it away from his mouth. I stroked my finger with my other thumb. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees once more, looking me up and down. I took in every breath I could before Hoyt continued to ask questions, but the smoke made it disgusting and made my lungs feel tight.

"Now…" He started. "Tell me about your friends. Tell me about each one and how much you know about them." I swallowed loudly when he brought them up. "Nothing too personal, I don't care about their mommy issues." My hands gripped tighter, every part of me screamed 'don't do it'. But they'll be killed if I don't.

"Start with that Lad you were so pleased to see early." Hoyt demanded in an upbeat tone. "He's put up a quite a fight, every time one of the pirates go near him. I would quite like him to join my business. He has the body and strength; just need to keep his mouth shut." He chuckled wickedly. I looked down at my feet in fear, fear of Jerry running into the gunfire. Fear of Jerry working for someone so messed up as Hoyt and Vaas. Fear of Jerry turning into one of them. Fear of seeing Jerry dying here. I didn't look up as I began.

"Jerry … is training to be a photographer. I knew him since I was 9, he was 10. His mum died … when he was 14 and he never met his dad, he's been raised by his… granddad ever since." I stuttered uncomfortably.

"We've already contracted him; his money should be coming through any day now." Hoyt purred. "Photographer is a wasted job. Paid to hold a camera all day, only an idiot would do that." He puffed on his cigar once more. "Continue, your red-haired friend. Maybe… girlfriend, one of the men said they spotted you two hugging." Hoyt stated in a serious tone. My body hardened as he implied but I still looked at my feet.

"Alison isn't my girlfriend, just friends. She comes from a large family, she's the youngest of eight. They all work. We met while we moved house, we both needed a place to live in our price range so we moved in together. She is training to be a cop, but she hasn't been out on the field yet. Mostly office work and suspect interviews. She was the one who won the tickets here."

"She didn't buy them?" He asked, more annoyed then cheerfully.

"…On a TV call-in show at 6 o'clock in the morning."

"What about the blond girl?"

"I just met her."

Hoyt leaned back and smoked his cigar once more. I was mentally praying that he didn't ask about Walker, he was safe; let him stay safe. Hoyt's eyes ran over me once more, he looked very calculated. Like he was doing math quiz. My grip lightened as I was starting to hurt myself from forcing my fear somewhere. My cheek still stung from where he slapped me. I didn't want to cover it again in case I get in trouble.

"What about your time on the island, enjoying yourself?" Hoyt asked, pulling the cigar from his lips. The room smelt from the cigar; it was bitter and I could feel a cough stuck in my throat. I started to feel sick from the smell, or maybe it was from how scared I am right now. I moved my hands and wrapped them around my stomach, which helped a little.

"So far, it has been mostly stitching up wounds and pulling out bullets." I explained. "I was travelling with 3 of Vaas' men we mostly drive around the bases and go to whatever base has called us. At the end of the day, I'm placed back into my 'room' at this compound."

"Who were you with?"

"Hislam, Leon and Majid."

"Is it going to be them every time?" Hoyt raised an eyebrow.

"I think so."

Hoyt leaned back in his chair, inhaling the last of the cigar before stabbing it into the chair. He threw it to the floor once it stopped glowing. I just noticed that there was a bin in the corner. I hoped the interrogation would come to an end, I couldn't take it anymore. He was forcing me to tell him so much while I tried to tell him so little. I rubbed my hand up and down my right side.

"Final question; Vaas?" Hoyt asked, my head rose slightly at the mention of his name. "How does he act around you? I haven't seen him around women; I know they spark an interest in him, as well as well-known that prostitutes and strippers have come in and out the base. I've also heard that you and him are fucking. One of his men even referred to you as his bitch." Hoyt shrugged and smirked at the end of his statement. My mind returned to the kiss, I didn't know if Vaas wanted Hoyt to know and it might result in me getting sold.

"It's just a cover." I explained, dropping my hands back to my lap. "Just so the men don't get 'ideas'. He's been mostly protective of me, even came and checked to see how my day went." I couldn't get the kiss out of my head; I shut my eyes tightly in annoyance while trying to hide it. "It didn't end well." Hoyt raised an eyebrow at the comment.

"What happened?" Hoyt asked, folding his arms.

"He walked in on me while I was shower, even handed me the towel." I shrugged, I didn't want to say about the kiss but it was haunting me. I have kissed men before but I normally think of the bloke, not the kiss. I did enjoy it but I didn't want it. I focused on Hoyt once more, who was cackling at my answer.

"Oh, what can you do?" He laughed, almost howling. "He's a local, a savage and never any bloody manners. I bet he didn't knock." I would have answered No but Hoyt's laughter became louder. He wouldn't even be able to hear my answer even if I tried. He found this funnier than it actually was. I was pulling a straight face as he laughed. It had gone on longer then I had expected it, I was actually getting bored.

Then it hit me; Native? Hoyt said Vaas was local. Vaas is from the Island. I thought he was Spanish. Where did he even get a Spanish accent from? Had even been to Spain or did he get it from one of his parents? I started to wonder what he like was before he worked for Hoyt. My guess is the same but free, maybe happier and less insane. He probably would be a lot healthy too. Part of me kind of wanted to see what he looked like. I also wanted to know about the other natives. Hoyt got up and banged on the door, his laugh died down as he went.

"We're done." He called; I turned to face the door. It was opened by Baqir and Vaas was behind him, looking slightly concerned; I think. Hoyt held his hips. Vaas was leaning against the wall opposite the door; his eyes were switching between me and Hoyt. Baqir was looking at Hoyt with an obedient look, while trying to avoid me. I held my wrist as I looked around, rubbing my wrist with my thumb. I mouthed to Vaas 'Are you alright?' while he was looking at me, but his eyes switched back to Hoyt without a change in his face.

"She's all yours Vaas, enjoy your plaything." Hoyt beamed, killing the silence. "Now you take her back to her cell." He pointed at Baqir. "Vaas, you and I have some business to attend to." He and Vaas walked away with Vaas slightly behind.

Baqir went to grab my arm. I moved it out of his reach and started to return to my cell, still pissed at him. He moved ahead of me, like he was leading me. My focus moved to floor, where it met the wall. He looks back repeatedly, whenever I sense his eyes I returned a dark look. I couldn't see a lot of Baqir. Baqir looked different with that bandana covering his face, it was covered in white face paint. He changed clothes too; he wore red pants and a black and orange vest with a line of bullets across his chest. He now carried a shotgun. He looked back once more.

"I'm still back here." I replied, gesturing my arms away from my body and openly. "It's not like I can go anywhere." I muttered under my breath. That got his attention. Baqir stopped fully; I almost over took him so I stopped next to him. He was scowling at me; I dropped my arms back to my side and lifted my elbow towards him. He grabbed it roughly and started to pull me along. Baqir looked straight ahead of him. I couldn't be bothered to fight back; if I did I would be more likely beaten.

"Just because Vaas bends you over, doesn't mean you can get cocky with me." He scowled at me. "We'll put you back in your place." He had my full attention now, mentally stabbing him.

"At least he asks." I hissed back as we left the building. He nodded over to Cruz, who was speaking to a man in yellow. Cruz looked me over and I just looked away. There weren't many people around the base, only the men in yellow and a few pirates. Baqir pulled into the building.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he spat, facing me.

"It's a little thing called consent." I hissed back. We finally reached the room and he opened the door. I walked in and he followed me in, leaving the door open. He moved the shotgun from one hand to both. "It's something bastards like you don't use without your wallet." I added, turning back to face him. He smirked wickedly and taking a step forward.

"You haven't seen her, have you?" He chuckled, looking me in the eye. My face went pale, cold as death. "I bet you don't even know where she went; we left alone in that cage. All alone. Until I opened the door for Vaas to pin you against the wall." He took another step forward towards me, I didn't move from the centre of the room. I was shaking and it was clear to him. "I remember dragging her out of her cage, I held onto her throat as I warned her not to scream…" He was right in front of me. "The other was. Under her dress. Feeling her soft…" I freaked and stepped away.

"Stop it." I muttered. His smirk turned more sinister.

"Oh, am I scaring you?" He chuckled. "Am I threatening to you?" He flipped his gun around, barrel facing down. "Don't you like being alone with me? I like it when it's just me. And., You." I kept taking steps backwards and away from him. With ever step I took, he took another closer to me. Until I had my back to the wall. I looked between him and the open door.

"Stop." I ordered loudly, hoping that someone was in the corridor. He had left the door open.

Baqir swung the gun, hitting across the head like it was a baseball bat. Knocking me into the bathroom door.

"Gladly." He smirked as he lifted the gun over his head like an axe. I quickly climbed to my feet and made a dash for the door. Baqir turned and swung his gun down on me with full force. Knocking me face first into the wooden floor board.

"Bastards like us…" He laughed, walking over to me. I tried to pull myself off the board, I could feel blood trickling down my forehead. Once I saw his shadow loam over me, I quickly pulled myself into a ball. Using my arms to shield my head.

"Rule this island…" Baqir beat me with his gun. Over and over again. I gasped and grunted in pain with every hit. I felt weaker and weaker with every swung, my body was getting more battered and couldn't it anymore. My grip was getting harder to keep a hold of myself.

"And you just fucked yourself over." He chuckled as he swung at me one more time. His manic laughter echoing around me was the last thing I heard before I went under.