Chapter 3 The Hellhole

(Bright's POV)

"Breach of Confidentiality?" he lifted his head to look at me. I rolled my eyes. Why do I have to be questioned by him of all people?

The police literally arrested me like I'm some very dangerous criminal. It's not like I killed a person. All I did was disclose "some" of Falaguerra's information. They weren't even much and the public deserved to know. The people he killed might have family. They could've looked at the bright side of what I did. Heartless enforcers.

"You must be so desperate to repair the damage you've done to your sister," he taunted. My brows furrowed.

"Shut your face!" I wasn't able to control myself. My sister has nothing to do with this.

His lips formed a smirk. I hissed.

This A-hole. How did they even find out? I was confident enough to say that I did my dirty job clean. There's no way they'll learn about it this fast. Unless this bastard really took his time catching me. I looked at his face. The face of an A-hole.

My eyes diverted to the upper corner of the room. There's a camera. We're being recorded. My jaw clenched when I heard him snickered. I glared at him.

He's provoking me intentionally. I would make him eat his glasses if I could. But I'm afraid that will make things much worse for me.

I desperately tried to free my handcuffed hands. It hurts my wrists. This wasn't necessary.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked bitterly. I didn't mean to sound weak, but my voice naturally cracked from too much emotions I'm holding inside. "If there's one person in this fucking planet who's heartbroken from Sisa's abduction, it's me. I am her family. Who do you think you are to say a thing about it?!" My voice thundered in the four corners of the room.

His expression changed. I don't know if my words punched him on the face or he just didn't like the tone of my voice.

I don't even know anymore where I'm getting all these words. I just hate it every time he uses what happened to my sister against me. I'm already living my life with guilt. What does he want more from me?

I immediately wiped the tear that dared to crossed my cheek. I ignored him when he fixed his posture and starts to take his stuffs off the table. "Just so you know..." He paused. I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes show no remorse at all. "I don't care about what you're going through. You brought yourself here. Not me. You and your stupid crime did."

I watched him exited the room with a nonchalant face. All the defenses I put up for myself collapsed as soon as he disappears from my sight. I was left in the interrogation room having my fifth emotional breakdown for the day.

Two hours flew fast for me. I was just sitting and staring at nothing when an officer came to escort me out of the interrogation room. I followed him despite the anxiety crawling inside of me.

That's when I realize where he's taking me. In the maximum security prison.

"Stay away from the bars if you don't want to get snatched."

I looked at the hungry looking prisoners. They are looking at me with weird expression on their faces. What the hell happened to these people?

"W—Wait... Where are you taking me? This is not right. I'm innocent until proven guilty!" I told him nervously. This is bullshit. He can't bring me here. "I need a lawyer. I'll get myself a lawye—"

"That principle only applies to the one's who are least interesting to the Gamemakers."

W—What? Gamemakers?

"You should blame that beautiful face of yours for being their favorite toy."

He uncuffed my hands and dragged me inside the dark room. "T—This is a mistake! You can't do this to me. This is a maltreatment. You are breaking the law by putting an innocent person behind bars!" I screamed desperately on his face. He ignored me and continue locking the old metal door with his keys.

"You gave them an opportunity to this to you, Detective Lannes." He looked at me straight in the eyes. That's when I realized who he is. He's the same officer who escorted me out when I visited Falaguerra.

My hands started shaking.

"You're a detective. You should have known better."

That's the last thing he said before walking away. I was left in the room confused.

He said something about Gamemakers and me giving them an opportunity to toy with me? What the hell is he talking about? I don't think that that old bastard is that powerful to put me here inside. He doesn't have the power and I don't think he hates me that much.

If it's not him, then who could it be?

I turned around to scanned the room. It's just big enough for one person. There's a bed attached to the wall, a sink with one disgusting looking toothbrush in a cup and a small window above it. I looked through the small window at the door to check the other prison cells.

Fuck.

I'm really fucked up now.

"This is my fault. How can I be so stupid?! I finished my degree for what? To be in this fucking hellhole? Argh!" I kicked the hard wall just to regret it after feeling the sting of pain on my foot. "Fuck!" I screamed.

I weakly slide my back on the wall to the cold floor.

All I wanted was to see my sister.

Why do I have to suffer this much? Why do I have to experience all these bullshit happenings in my life?!

I frustratingly grabbed a handful of my hair and slammed my head on the wall. The pain it brought me is nothing compared to the pain I'm feeling internally. I did it again. And again. And again and again until I can no longer feel my head.

My eyes are starting to feel heavy. It's getting harder to keep them open. I slammed my head on the wall for the last time before letting myself drift off to sleep.

"Bright!"