Interrogation [2]

Brandon ignored Illya, and neared Zeke.

"Yo, Zeke. What does this make it? Five times?"

He had been tortured four times, making this the fifth.

However, Brandon was confident he could get something out of Zeke this time.

Fifth time's the charm.

"Fu–ck you! Ptui!"

Zeke spat out, his saliva almost landing on Brandon.

However, a malicious grin spread across Brandon's features.

"You shouldn't waste your spit like that, Zeke. Who knows when you'll be able to drink…."

At that moment, Brandon revealed what he had been hiding behind him. With his hands clasped behind his back, Brandon presented a bottle of cool water.

Then, he continued.

"Water."

"Haaa…."

Zeke's mouth opened wide. His lips looked parched, and for a second, Brandon could see his mouth start frothing.

"Plea–se…."

Brandon waved him off and started twisting the bottle cap.

Then, he gulped down.

"Haaa….."