“Nothing would have changed”, Carmen interrupts him coolly.

Sanders shrugs.

“Fine. Coherence is another good quality that you possess. In any event, I bet you suffered a lot when Shane cheated on you”.

“How do you know that?”, Carmen asks, swallowing.

“I know a lot of things, I’ve had months to snoop around”, Sanders smirks, “And I bet you weren’t that surprised when you saw that photograph. You know, the one where Shane is kissing Justine”.

“I wasn’t kissing her”, Shane cuts in.

“She wasn’t kissing her. You don’t fool me and your trick isn’t working”, Carmen echoes.

Sanders shrugs again.

“Fine”, he repeats, “But you’re playing according to my rules and what I am asking you is to make Shane feel the way you felt”.

Carmen stares at him and says nothing.

“Show her the meaning of the word loyalty by betraying her. Because you’re a loyal person and, despite that, she cheated on you. Which means that Shane McCutcheon is completely impermeable to the word respect. So… disrespect her. Do it”.

Carmen shifts her weight from one foot to the other, in discomfort.

“I don’t know what you mean”, she whispers.

Jack Sanders throws his hands in the air.

“Take a look around. There’s plenty of people here. I want you to cheat on Shane”, he smiles and tells it simple.

Carmen shakes her head.

“I am not going to do that”.

“Yes, you are”.

“No, I am not”.

“If you need motivation, I can ask Francois to break Miss Williams’ left wrist. The right one has been already fractured when she tried to react. So stupid of her”.

Carmen watches Tasha and I do the same. Tasha’s eyes are firm and nothing on her face tells that she’s hurting or scared. But I know she is. Everything is this room smells like fear and panic and horror.

Carmen remains silent for a while.

“No. I don’t want your men to hurt Tasha or anyone of us again”, she eventually murmurs, defeated.

“Perfect”, Sanders smiles politely and goes to his chair. His sits down gracefully and crosses his skinny legs.

“You can choose whoever you want in this room”, he adds, resting his chin on his hand. Waiting like a predator.