"Hey, fucker! Shut your fucking mouth! There is a woman present!" Vaas shouted in annoyance.

It might have been comical to witness him scream into the containment tank inside of an outhouse if not for the fact a person was down there. Liv was still in shock when he came back; she hadn't even touched her mango.

Carlos must have told him about her jump scare, because the moment he had returned, Vaas yanked her from her safe space, uttering to Liv about teaching manners to asshole rich boys, and made her watch as he shouted at the American in the outhouse. It was nerve-wracking. And all the while, Carlos was doing a terrible job at suppressing his laughter. Liv gave him a heated glare, but honestly, he didn't seem to care.

Vaas tore from the outhouse and slammed the door, making Liv jump in fright.

"Are you happy, querida (darling)?"

Liv raised a brow. No... No, she wasn't. There was a person in the outhouse. No amount of shouting at him to turn his eyes was going to put her at ease. Furthermore, it wasn't ethical.

"I don't want–– There is a person in there."

"You want me to shoot him?" Vaas asked. He took out his gun to make a point.

Liv shook her head in defense.

"Please don't. I just... It's not right. Does he have to be in there?"

"You're hard to please princesa (princess)," Vaas declared with a snort. His green eyes turned to Carlos. "What's so fucking funny, hermano (brother)? You got something to add?"

Carlos flicked a tongue over his lips and grinned.

"No. She's just a reina del drama (drama queen)."

Liv raised a brow. What the hell did he just call her?

"Pardon me?"

She couldn't help her anger.

"Drama queen," Carlos repeated. His eyes shot daggers at her.

What was his deal? Yes, she was a prisoner with little to no rights. But even Vaas wasn't as rude to her as he was.

"Excuse me for being fucking forward, but––

"Shut the fuck up! Both of you... Shut the fuck up!" Vaas suddenly shouted in annoyance. He scratched his brow and then raised his gun, resting it against Liv's trembling lips.

"Language, querida (darling). You're a modest woman, no?"

Her heart pounded erratically but she agreed nonetheless, thankful when Vaas removed the gun from her face and put it away. She had to pry her dirty nails from the skin of the mango she was so scared. Staring at her a moment, Vaas slid his arm around her shoulders.

"Relax. I have something I want to show you."

Liv was hesitant, but she allowed Vaas to lead her to a reinforced mobile home of sorts. He took her inside and brought her to a room in the back with a small bed. On a side table against the wall was a laptop and the camera that Liv used to film Chris. Her brow raised in curiosity. Was Vaas the one who was charging it?

"Sit," the said man ordered. "And eat your fucking mango."

Easing onto the bed, Liv brought the fruit to her mouth and took a bite. She was starving, but to avoid making a mess, she ate with small bites; it was juicy. A lewd slurp made her face heat up as she sucked in the juice, staring at Vaas' back as he yanked the laptop from the charger and brought it over to the bed, resting it on his knees. His arm rested against Liv's but she ignored the warmth pouring from him and watched in curiosity as he logged into the computer.

On the main screen, she saw media files across a background of a waterfall; Liv recognized it as one of the ones she took during her first day on the island. Did Vaas also have her camera? Liv didn't see it lying around anywhere. Her face turned red; a part of her was thrilled that he liked it enough to use it. Her blue eyes turned to the screen watching Vaas bring up the internet.

"You have a connection here?"

"It's private, for the business we do," Vaas answered. His eyes turned to her a moment. "Don't get any big fucking ideas, querida (darling)."

Liv bit her bottom lip. She wasn't a hacker. Though it was interesting to know that the island had a private connection. And electricity, though she assumed that was due to a generator of some kind. But what confused her was what sort of business Vaas ran. She couldn't see him making knickknacks to sell online, so perhaps he meant something darker; human trafficking most likely. Liv shuddered to think so. Did that mean she was going to be sold off then? It made sense.

"Look at this," Vaas ordered.

Liv broke from her thoughts and glanced at the screen, observing a blog of sorts; the username was IFinkUFreaky and the header was again one of her photos. Was Vaas a fan of Die Antwoord? Her eyes scanned the posts, recognizing the videos that she and Barry made; the latest was the one she recorded of Chris yesterday before the torture.

So, Vaas was airing them? No fucking way.

A video titled 'Fuck You Barry' caught her attention, but before Liv could comment on it, Vaas clicked on the recent video and scrolled down to the comments.

"This can't be real, can it?" One commenter asked.

"Uh... Life obviously," another wrote.

Liv widened her eyes. Were people voting on whether or not Chris should live or die? She didn't know that Vaas was serious about having viewers. There were so many comments. No one knew that it was real. Her sudden yearning to draw attention to the states was torn apart before she ever got a chance to be consumed by the idea of it.

"There's still hope for humanity, no?" Vaas asked. He nudged her arm. "They want Chris to live, querida (darling)."

Is this what he wanted her to see? Liv frown. Why didn't she feel satisfied - she was no doubt appreciative? Her fingers tightened around her half-eaten mango.

"If they vote life, are you going to let him live?" She asked, averting her worried eyes to her lap.

Vaas grasped her face and forced her attention on him.

"Do I look like a fucking liar? Hmm?"

She wasn't sure. Her eyes filled with tears and despite her brain telling her to disagree, she answered honestly.

"I don't know anything about you."

"You want to know me?" Vaas asked.

No. Did she?

Vaas leaned forward. "Then know that I am not a fucking liar. Do you understand?"

Liv understood. She uttered a yes, not able to move her head until he released her.

Tossing the laptop on the bed, Vaas quickly stood and walked over to the table, rummaging through a drawer connected to the base. As he turned, he tossed an object at Liv. She jerked in fear as it landed on her lap, but quickly calmed down once she noticed that the object was her keychain. Her eyes lit up.

"Thank you."

Vaas snorted.

"It's a cult classic, no? Kurt Russell and Keith David."

Liv was impressed. Though she called him saying he watched Chris's movies, and though she shuddered to think about it, he referenced Bambi when he was chasing after the man wearing the deer - what ever happened to him?

"You like movies?" She asked.

"So, you do want to know me," Vaas answered.

Liv felt her face heat up. It was just a question.

"Later querida (darling)," Vaas insisted. "It's time you go back to your room."

If he could call it that.

"We have a big show tomorrow. The theme is love," he added.

Love? Liv raised a brow. How was he going to incorporate love into torture? It was probably for the best that she didn't ask. She stood grimaced as the juice from the mango had made her hands sticky.

"Have you ever been in love, querida (darling)?" Vaas suddenly asked.

The question took her back a moment.

"Well... No. I don't think I have," Liv answered. "Though I once thought I was. There was a..."

She paused to snap her fingers looking for the right word to describe it.

"A jolt," Vaas answered.

"Yes. Like electricity and it felt great." She paused, frowning. Her relationship with Noah was the closest she had ever gotten to love. "But it wasn't love. It was merely desired and when it ran out there wasn't anything to hold us together."

Three years is how long it took Liv to realize that she wasn't in love with Noah. He didn't love her either for that matter, so when she suggested they split he didn't condemn her; they mutually split and she was much happier not having to lie to herself.

Turning her curious eyes to Vaas, she wondered if he had someone he loved, or perhaps a partner. Her words escaped her before she even considered how he'd react.

"Have you ever-"

"That's not a fucking conversation you want to have with me," Vaas stated with a snap.

Liv widened her eyes. She should have known better than to ask. Though based on his tone, perhaps he once had been.

"Forgive me. That was insensitive."

"It's water under the bridge, no? Come on. Let's go. You need your beauty sleep, princesa (princess)," Vaas ordered, taking her by the arm.

Sleep never came easy for her but he was right, her welcome had been overdrawn. Vaas led her back to the cage without a word, leaving her to mull over her thoughts alone.

Based on their conversation, he was right to assume that she wanted to know him more. But why?