Neba kept quiet at first, refusing to answer the man’s questions. But he was quick to turn up the heat in the tub. Eager to witness her agony.
“Tell me,” he insisted, “why are you here? What do you want?”
Neba tried to spit a mouthful of scalding water at him through the slats of her enclosure, but the spray missed him. The man’s expression hardened even further, his wrinkled features falling into shadow.
“More heat then,” he grumbled.
Neba coughed and kicked at the walls of the vat.
“Why are you here?” the man asked again, his words drawn slow with apparent disgust.
“To kill you,” she hissed through her pain.
“Lies,” the man said. “If you wanted to kill me, you could have done it earlie...
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