“She’s not talking; I guess it’s her way of resisting” Seth said with a chuckle.
“Is that so Ms. Peterson?” Jack asked in amusement.
Sheryl didn’t respond; she was terrified of them but she was not going to show it. She would remain silent; that was her way of insuring that she died with dignity.
“What do you know?; She really is going to keep mum” Jack said his eye brows raised in surprise.
“Strap her down” Jack instructed Seth.
Seth grabbed Sheryl’s arm and pulled her to a metallic chair that Jack had set up for her. Seth forced her to sit down and place her arms on the arm rest. He reached out for the straps attached to the chair and strapped Sheryl’s arms, legs, and torso to the chair making it impossible for her to move.
“I love that she is so cooperative” Jack mused.
“She’s a smart one” Seth said stroking Sheryl cheek.
Sheryl turned her cheek away and spat in his face with disgust.
“Stupid girl” Seth said in anger as he slapped her across the face.
Sheryl let out a little whimper as the force of the slap hit her. She felt the pain sink in and held back her tears; refusing to show any emotion.
“There there Seth; that’s not the way you treat a lady” Jack said with a chortle.
“I don’t take too kindly to people spitting in my face” he said gruffly.
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