I snatch the razor from the sink and move to the first one I see, cutting the ties that are around his wrists. He tears off his blindfold, uncovering his face. He’s gotta be around the same age as me.

“What the fuck is happening?”

“Not sure where to begin.” I finish cutting the rest of the guys loose, tossing the razor into the sink.

He nudges his head down to mine, where blood drips to the ground. “You good?”

“No.” I grab a roll of tissue paper from the bench, wrapping it around my wrist.

“What the fuck, man!” another one says, looking around the already small space. Now with all of them in here, it’s even worse, and something tells me that K Diamond is going to do everything in his power to fucking break all of us. That what he’s done leading up to this point is nothing. He is about to remove my training wheels.

“You taken too?” the first guy asks, and I get the feeling he’s the leader of the pack.

“Yeah.” I lean against the counter. “How did you three end up here?” Whatever K Diamond did, he did it for a reason. And deep down, I know that his beef isn’t with me, and me being here has more to do with Skully than it does him. Skully is just hiding behind his uglier brother in hopes that I never get out and tear his fucking throat out. K Diamond is keeping me for his own selfish needs, and probably to use as a weapon against Skully if he needs.

“Needed to save my foster sister. This motherfucker was going to hurt her. We did what he asked, but I should have fucking known better.”

“Hmm.” I won’t ride him too hard about what he’s done. I did the same fucking thing for Ruby.

“What about you?” one of the other guys asks. He’s big. Darker colored skin, bright eyes, and talks with enough confidence that you probably wouldn’t cross him. Probably. I still would.

“Long story, similar.”

Before the other nerdy one can talk, a cackle sounds out and my eyes fly up to the little red dot flashing in the corner. I make sure to flip it off every fucking day.

I jerk my middle finger up at it again.

“Always such a pleasure, Wicked. Now—” Interesting that he’s using some weird as fuck device to hide his identity now. Which means… one of these fuckers knows him personally. Which one is it, I wonder. I darken my eyes on the camera lens, a smirk teasing my lips. I fucking know you’ve got a secret, you bald-headed fuck.