“Suppose so. Are you going straight with the truffles?”

“I think I’d like her to squirm first.”

“Obviously,” Stevie says laughing. We still bring two truffles down with us to the basement.

I unlock the door and I’m greeted by a red faced Clover sitting in a puddle of her own piss as she screams for help.

“There are wards and my closest neighbor is half a mile away, you dumb bitch. Stevie and I are the only ones who can hear you,” I tell her and she scoffs.

“People will come looking for me, Blair, unlike you, there are people who care about me.”

I scoff, “Who? Ryan? He doesn’t give a shit about you, Clover.”

“The coven cares,” she replies.

“Do they really, though, Clover? You’re probably the least talented of the entire coven.”

She gasps. “That’s not true! Take it back.”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Stevie? Is she the weakest link?”

“I mean, she was dumb enough to walk around town after what they did to you,” Stevie replies.

“What they did to us,” I correct her. I lean against the door frame, seeming almost disinterested in the conversation. “This is how it’s going to work, Clover. You tell us what we need to know and we let your home wrecking ass back out into the wild where you can live another pathetic day as a mediocre washed up witch. How does that sound, hmm?”

“I won’t tell you anything,” she says, trying to tug on her restraints.

“But I think you will. What should we start with, Stevie? Her toe nails?”

Clover sputters on the bed, shaking back and forth. “You wouldn’t!”

“Have you ever known me to lie about torture, Stevie?”

“Nope, never. You’re a very honest captor,” Stevie says with a straight face and nodding her head. Getting the point across that this isn’t good cop bad cop. It is double bad cop, so don’t fuck with us.

“I’ll make you a deal, leftover Clover. You eat this tasty little truth truffle. Tell me what I want, and I’ll clean up the bed so you don’t have to lie in your own piss.”

She looks between Stevie and me, weighing her options. “I’ll tell you what you want, but you have to set me free.”

“No can do, little three leaf. See what I figure, is whatever ritual you and your gang of merry skanks were trying to achieve required the entire coven. If, I don’t know, one little mousey witch was missing, it wouldn’t be able to be performed. You’re my insurance policy. If you want to continue to be in a piss free bed and fed daily, I think you really need to consider the next words you say to me.” I look at her like I could easily make her life a living Hell. She swallows loudly and nods her head and opens her mouth. Stevie plops a truffle right on her tongue. I watch as she chews and swallows.