Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 94: Tell Me The Secret

Chapter 94: Tell Me The Secret

A sharp kick to the back of my knees sent them to the floor. Unfortunately for me, my arms were chained up so high that my knees couldn’t actually reach the ground. So, instead of my lower body being able to take some of my weight, everything rested on my shoulders.

The story of my life, really.

"Thank you, Ghost," purred Brittney, her footsteps nowhere near as soft as Ghost’s had been. "You better get back upstairs before you are missed."

"I’m not worried about me being missed," replied Ghost, his tone polite as if speaking to his boss. "I’m worried about what Dante and Tank will do when they don’t find her."

Brittney chuckled softly as she dragged one of her nails across my cheek, cutting into my skin. The only saving grace was that she couldn’t cut too much, given all the scars and staples currently on my face.

"I just need a few hours with her," Brittney continued as her cheap perfume started to overwhelm my nose, giving me a headache. Between her and Antoine, I was practically choking on the crap. "When we are done, we’ll throw her out to the zombies and say that she ran away. They won’t know any different."

Ghost hummed, his brain spinning as he tried to think of how to give Brittney a few hours with the girl.

He hated her more than he could say. The need to bow a knee to someone so young, so disgusting, went completely against everything he believed in. When the voice in his head told him how she just went about seducing everyone, he could believe it.

First Tank, then Mathis, until even Dante fell.

Sure, Dante held out the longest, but the change in his attitude was so noticeable that there was no way witchcraft wasn’t involved in it.

It wasn’t until that moment that Ghost was able to put two and two together. The spirit power gave people the ability to manipulate others, changing them into something they weren’t. This thing must have spirit powers and was able to manipulate Dante into acting like a slave to her.

It wasn’t that he was betraying the man who had saved him over and over again... he was trying to save him.

Sure, he might not know or see it in the beginning, but once the thing had been gone for a while, everything would return to normal. The voice promised him that.

Nodding his head, he left the basement and got into the elevator. Getting off at the first floor, he was surprised to see Mathis standing right in front of him.

"Just the man I wanted to see," smiled Mathis, clamping Ghost on the shoulder. "A man showed up at the gates today, half frozen, asking if we knew you."

Ghost scoffed at that. No one in this world knew him besides Dante and the other Guardians.

"Did he give you a name? Or do you just let anyone in now?" sighed Ghost, closing his eyes. Tank was the one who was supposed to be watching the gates, but ever since that thing showed up, the outside security had been lax.

Mathis chuckled. "He said his name was Jacques Thibodeaux," he announced. "Didn’t you say that he had died a long time ago? It turns out that he was in a coma in the hospital. He suddenly woke up at the end of the world with someone telling him to come here."

Ghost turned as white as his name as he slowly processed what Mathis had said.

"Oh... fuck," he muttered, his eyes wide. Before he could say a third word, his tongue was yanked out of his mouth as if pulled out by an invisible force.

As his mouth started to fill with so much blood he was choking on it, he stared at Mathis, begging him to help him.

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"I want to know the secret of this place," announced Brittney. I heard both her and Antoine walking away from where I hung between the pillars. A soft thud told me that the infamous wooden chair was brought out into the center of the room.

The fake queen on a fake throne.

"Every moment that passes that you don’t tell me, I am going to let Antoine take a pound of flesh, however he decides to do it. The torture stops the moment you tell me the secret. See how simple that is? Although, if I am going to be honest, I hope you keep your mouth shut for a while."

Rolling my eyes, I loosened my muscles. Things hurt more when you were tense. It was the main reason why drunk drivers never seemed to be overly injured in an accident while the other car’s passengers could suffer worse injuries.

"Meh," I said, letting my head drop and my eyes close. Finding that safe, familiar place in my head where I went when Père had a bad day, I retreated into insanity. "Good luck."

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By the time the 30th strike sliced through my back, I was more than done with getting whipped. It was interesting to see Antoine’s technique from this end as opposed to the scene from the dream, but now I was just getting bored.

"Is that all you have?" I asked as a part of my brain started counting each one of my drops of blood as it hit the ground. "I hope that there is a drain or something in here. Otherwise, cleanup is going to be a bitch."

"Harder!" screamed Brittney. I could hear her getting up from her chair. Suddenly, there were three quick lashes against my face.

They lacked the technique and impact that Antoine posed, so I couldn’t only assume that Brittney was starting to get impatient and had taken the whip.

At least my cheeks were now even when it came to long scars cutting through them.

"You really should let Antoine control the whip," I advised, lifting my head up just enough so that she could see her handiwork. "He is much better at it than you."

"Tell me the fucking secret, and this all ends," panted Brittney like she had just run a mile or something. The poor woman was getting so put out by watching me be tortured that it really must be hard on her.

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