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Have some more dauntless cake (you're gonna be fat by the time this fanfic ends lol)
I cover my body the best I can, but I can't help the feeling of utter embarrassment. I feel tears that want to come out, but I keep them in.
I don't want to be called a sissy.
"Give me my clothes," my words are stern, even though I feel vulnerable,
"Now."
Harvey raises an eyebrow and turns to his accompanists- a girl with mousy brown hair and a large boy with his arms folded together.
"What do you think?" Harvey asks them. "Should we give her what she wants?"
Both kids shake their heads, laughing, and Harvey turns his attention back to me. "They said no."
I grit my teeth. I feel more angry than embarrassed at this point.
"What's the matter?" My words are filled with rage, but with a note of sarcasm. "You can't function enough to make decisions on your own?"
He glares at me. "I'm perfectly capable, I'll have you know." He takes a step closer, and I'm afraid he can hear the racing of my heart.
"Now tell me something about the tests- how'd you get so good?" He lets the last word linger in the thick steamy air. I stay quiet, not giving him the satisfaction of my obliging.
"I have my theories." His voice is almost a purr, and it turns my stomach into knots.
All I can think of is how violated I feel. I'm standing naked in a shower stall being interrogated by three of my peers. My head pounds.
"Hey," the tall boy asks, shoving my shoulder, his calloused hands pressing firmly onto my wet skin. "You gonna answer his question?"
I swallow my tears. The three of them stare at me, my exposed body in the misty shower spray.
I have a feeling I'm not getting my clothes back until I answer.
Except, I don't know what makes me so good as the tests. I'm no different than anyone else, I've never got any special training or anything.
"I'm just good at telling the truth," I respond. "There's nothing more to it."
My reply doesn't seem to satisfy them. The two kids look at Harvey, as if silently asking him what to do. The only sound in the room is the running water.
I could try to run, but I'd be naked. It's funny, that was Leala's question in the game this evening. How ironic.
I could try to fight them, but it's three against one and the one boy is huge. I'd only accomplish getting beat up, and that wouldn't help me.
But I want to hurt them so badly.
"I don't believe you," Harvey states bluntly. "It's never that easy, especially for a transfer."
I stare directly into his eyes. I am not a liar.
"If you're here to ask why I'm so good at telling the truth, then why are you questioning my ability to do so?" My words are filled with flames.
Before he can answer, another voice cuts through the night.
"Justine?" It asks with concern, the word coming out slightly shaky.
My three interrogators turn around, and part just enough for me to see my rescuer.
A small, wide eyed girl.
Codie.
