“Do I need to repeat myself?”
The faceless man tilts his head slightly in the direction of the ten foot mass of muscle that had just busted my face open. A behemoth of a man; I can imagine that a concoction of muscle enhancers and supplements have all but replaced the blood coursing through his veins. They’ve probably also significantly decreased both his capacity for independent reason along with his ability to get an erection. I think I’ll call him Darlene.
Darlene cracks his knuckles in a theatrical display straight out of a pre-Collapse gangster movie. He licks his lips and grins. He wants me to think that he’s going to enjoy working me over. I know the type though, chances are the thing he would enjoy the most would be getting dolled up like a girl and sodomized (possibly by his boss) while his mother spanks him. He performs an equally elaborate demonstration of cracking his neck.
I feel my mental faculties returning to me. I can’t let this man know what I know about Conroy. Even if he’s an ally there are some secrets that are best kept from as many as possible for as long as possible. Passage into the city was one thing, a necessity. This situation? Not so much. I’m banking on the fact that this man has severely underestimated my resistance to narcotics of all kinds. The fact that I’m even seeing straight in this moment is probably an advantage he isn’t even aware that I’m enjoying. I need to buy myself more time, let the toxins diminish. I turn to Darlene.
