"Nothing much, just stage a play," I said. The air felt thick with their tension, but I was rather indifferent. "I only need you to restore what happened that night and make a confession for me to record."
The two men didn't oppose my proposal at first, but their faces darkened after I finished my sentence. They looked at me, and one of them said, "Miss Reid, we don't have a problem with the acting, but we can't possibly make a confession after taking the money from the client. If we expose the client, we're going back on our words."
I nodded, and I played with my cell phone. I began to feel bored with their timidity and said, "In that case, you don't have to act with me anymore. Both of you are married and with children, right? Maybe I should let your wife suffer what I had gone through. As for the children... My child is dead, so your children—"
At this point, I looked up at Irvin and pulled a smile, "I don't want to kill people, especially children. Irvin, is there any other way to torture people that is worse than death?"
Irvin pondered for a moment and answered, "Yes, there is. For starters, we can cut off their limbs, and-"
"Both of you are heartless!" The two men broke down and lunged toward Irvin and me.
But Irvin's bodyguards quickly held them down.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized that I was holding, and smiled softly. Then, I said rather coldly, "What have we done to deserve that title? Did you forget that two months ago, you left me here in this abandoned warehouse for mere hundreds of thousands of dollars? I was in labor! But the two of you brutally tied up my legs, and my child couldn't come out because of that. Do you know how he died? He suffocated to death! I haven't even done anything to you yet. Look what you've done! How dare you call me heartless?"
I spoke clearly and loudly. Looking at the two of them coldly, I said, "I don't mind if you won't cooperate with me. If you can murder people and then escape the law, we can do that too."
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