61 The Interrogation
The windowless room was cold and damp. Grayson had been stripped down to his briefs. He was shivering, tied to a chair. His blindfold was on the floor by his feet.
Adya was pacing in front of Grayson twirling her brass knuckles in her hand. Her silence made Grayson nervous. He wasn't sure if she was waiting for him to speak or not. He kept his head down, refusing to make eye contact. Suddenly in the silence, Adya's Fist caught Grayson's jaw. The brass knuckles cut into his face and split his lip.
Grayson spat blood and glared up at Adya.
"Do I have your attention now?" Adya hovered over Grayson.
Defiantly Grayson turned away; Adya grabbed his face digging in her fingers, and forced him to face her, "I said do I have your attention now?"
Grayson was feeling dizzy and slowly nodded.
"Good; if you answer my questions, I won't have to experiment with the various sharp tools here on your body," Adya, still holding his face, tightened her grip.