Apparently they had a house out in the middle of fucking nowhere. No neighbors within miles. No one to see her enter their house, no one to hear her scream. It was perfect for this line of work.
The house had a basement, and that was where they took her. There was a mattress on the floor with a blanket and a pillow. There was some chairs in the room, and she was seated on one of them. Not tied up. There was no need for that. The windows were too small for anyone to ever climb through them, and Dean had been kind enough to let her know that they didn't open. They were too old and rusty. The only way out was the staircase leading up to the main house.
"Ophelia Huffman," Seth stood with her passport. "Eye color brown. Are they brown?"
"Chocolate brown like yours," Dean said.
"Really?" Seth asked.
He stepped up to her and leaned down, so they were close.
"Huh, what do you know? I never noticed before," he chuckled. "But Dean apparently notices everything."
"What can I say? She's hot," Dean grinned.
Seth stepped away from her again, but put her passport in his back pocket.
"So where is it?" Roman asked.
"Where is what?" She asked.
"The chip," he answered.
"What chip?" She asked.
"Don't play dumb with me," he said. "You know I don't like it, and I tend to become angry over little things. You won't like me angry."
Seth took out his phone, and pulled up a video clip. He showed her the clip, so she could see herself in action.
"That's you hiding information on a chip," he said.
"So that's how he knew. He was filming me," she said.
"We really need you to hand over the chip," Dean said.
"I don't have it on me," she said.
"We know that. We went through all your clothes and your shoes," Roman said.
She looked down at her bare feet. At least they had let her put her clothes back on after that humiliating body search. That was all they had done. Searched her like a police officer searches an inmate. But it had still been damn humiliating.
"Listen, darling, you can make this easy or hard on yourself. Your choice," Dean said.
"We have ways to make you talk," Roman said.
"You don't torture people. You're not like Bo," she said. "But I get it now. This is why I'm here. He can't keep me alive without my own help, and fuck it, he and I both know I won't do that. He would torture me to death, and he would be too afraid that I have given the chip to someone who'll show it to the world. But you three. You're gonna keep me alive."
"Of course," Dean grinned. "For as long as it takes."
"And then what? I'll hand over the chip, and one of you will put a bullet in my head. Which one of you? Do you take turns, or do you draw straws?"
"We were thinking, since we know you, that you would make that choice," Seth said.
"Oh, how fucking honored I am!" She said sarcastically "How about you go fuck yourself?"
Seth just laughed in return.
"She's a fiesty one," Roman said. "Let's see how long she can go without food. Maybe she'll start talking if we eat all our meals down here in front of her."
"I take that back, Seth. Don't go fuck yourself. Go fuck Roman," she said.
Seth laughed even harder at that.
"Come on, darling. I've always liked you. Hand me a bone here, and I'll see if we can work something out," Dean tried.
"Like what? You're actually gonna let me go?" She asked.
"Well," he clicked his tongue.
"I didn't think so. At least I'll get a bullet, rather than Bo torturing me. You can put it in my head right now. I'm done with this shit," she said.
"He's not gonna torture you," Seth chuckled.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I'll make you a deal. Take a look around at his place. I mean, really take a look around. Go in the back where you never go. You'll come across his torture chamber. You can't miss it. No windows and a whole lot of gear in there. Also, the blood stains on the floor and the walls should be a clear giveaway," she said. "You see that for yourself, and then come talk to me."
Dean walked around her chair, and placed his arms on her shoulders. He ran his hands down her arms to her hands, and leaned down so his chin was on her shoulder.
"And when we do that, and we find out you were just buying time, and you realize you played your final card, then what?" He asked.
"Out of the three of you, I thought you would be the one to believe me," she said.
"Why? Because I find you hot? I wanna fuck you, darling, not date you," he said.
He ran his hands back up her arms, and stopped by her elbows. She tapped the scar on the side of her left elbow. She hissed and pulled away from his touch.
"That's a nasty looking scar. What happened?" He asked.
"I came down a hill way too fast on my bike as a kid, and I forgot to use the brake. I took a nasty fall and broke my elbow. They had to open it up and do surgery. It's still sore after all these years," she said.
"Cute story," he chuckled. "So all I have to do is press here."
He pressed his thumb down on her scar, and she cried in pain.
"Torture doesn't have to be violent or bloody," he said. "The small things can be painful too."
"Fuck you!" She sneered.
"Aww, I'm not good enough for Seth to fuck?" He teased. "You're breaking my heart here, darling."
"Dean, come on," Roman said.
"Just letting her know not to mess with us," Dean said.
He walked away from her and back to his two friends.
"It's Tuesday today," she said.
"We're well aware of that," Seth said.
"Every Thursday from 10 AM to 12 AM, Bo takes a yoga class. He has the hots for the yoga instructor Carmella. That gives you plenty of time to snoop around his place," she said.
"We'll see about it," Roman said. "In the meantime, make yourself comfortable down here."