I stood up automatically, shoving the chair back despite my tied hands.
"You bring Dauntra back into my life, almost destroy everything I ever had with the one person I can depend on, knock me out and bring me to this hell-hole. Now you feed me a pack of lies and false compliments and expect me to eat up?" I practically yelled.
"Sam, wait.." Dauntra began.
"No! I'm sick of waiting and sick of the abuse you hurl my way. I will NOT do anything for you people no matter what you throw at me!!"
My eyes flickered to the Polaroid laid on the desk.
"Holy Shit, you people are sick."
I slumped to the ground, digesting what I'd just seen.
"Sam." The "wolf" said gently.
I looked up, my eyes narrow with disgust, feigning interest whilst slowly and carefully uneasing the knot behind my back. I'd learnt a few tricks since dating the President's son, some of which were now invaluable. Such as distraction. I eased the knot slowly and carefully, prising the fibres apart as I shifted back against the wall.
"We don't want to hurt you, or your family.."
"Looks like you did a fabulous job in preventing it then!" I screamed.
"Sam, don't be an idiot. We haven't hurt you much and we won't so long as you do what you're told to."
"What, so you can blow the whole damn world up?"
"You have no idea who we are do you..." the "wolf" snickered.
"Sure I do."
"Oh really?" The "wolf" raised his eyebrows, "Now how would you know that?"
"You think I do nothing when I'm at the White house? Sit around playing with powerballs all day to annoy my boss? Sure, at first I did as I'm sure Dauntra told you but recently I've paid attention, sat in on meetings, listened out for information that I wanted to know."
I grinned maliciously and stood up, before slamming my newly unbound fist onto the table , using the other to slip the rope around his neck. I lifted my other hand to the rope and pulled it tighter.
"I know exactly who you are," I said, pulling tighter and sliding onto the table for better grip, feeling the heavies behind the "wolf" stir, only to be waved off. "You're John Salandine, leader of a stupid, STUPID, racist group known as Free Americans."
I slackened my grip as heavy hands pulled my wrists away from him, but pushed my face further towards his.
"And I know exactly what you want."