His Untold Lies
"Personally, I don't care. But you're banged up and weak, and the boss wants you breathing in the morning. You still have a lot of questions to answer."
Vera swallowed hard, the sharp pangs of hunger in her gut competing with the intense wave of nausea. "You poisoned it. Obviously."
"If I wanted you dead, I would have just left you in the park," the man said, his voice dripping with boredom. "You're alive because we need you alive. Now open your mouth, or I start forcing it down your throat."
"Make sure she finishes the bowl," the cold voice called out from the back of the room.
Vera's eyes darted toward the shadows as the heavy footsteps of the boss moved toward a door at the far end of the
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