NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 171: We’re Going on a Trip

The next night, John and Zara stayed near the park where the teleportation would occur. They were hidden behind some trees and bushes.

"Ugh, I’m so uncomfortable," Zara complained as she fidgeted.

John simply looked at her and pulled out a chair from his inventory.

"Sit," he said and Zara begrudgingly obliged.

"You better get comfortable. We might have to be here for days."

John was silent as he poured some coffee and gave it to Zara. "I think this will make the waiting easier."

Zara looked at the cup and her nose twitched at the smell of the beverage. "You do know I hate coffee, right?"

"Oh, I’m sorry, should I give your highness some tea?"

Zara snarled, her gaze fierce. She knew John was only teasing her, but she couldn’t help but feel enraged. Men were assholes. Always demanding things from her like she owed them something.

She took the coffee begrudgingly and drank.

Two days had passed, and John and Zara had not moved an inch from their spot. They ate and drank from things from John’s inventory, but the sun was getting hot and Zara was restless.

"This is a waste of time, John. We should be doing something productive, not sitting here waiting for someone who might not even come."

"Okay, first of all, this was your idea, secondly, you can leave if you want. I don’t need you."

Zara crossed her arms and huffed. She was about to say something else, but a burst of light blinded the surroundings.

Zara covered her eyes and when the light subsided, he saw a blur streaking through the park and arriving behind the man. John’s figure emerged from the blur, his dagger aimed at the man’s neck.

"Don’t move! We have questions."

The man stopped in his tracks, his hands up and his expression panicked.

John looked at him carefully, and he saw a device on his arm. It was glowing red and beeping.

"What is that?" John asked, but the man kept shut.

John clicked his tongue and Zara appeared in a burst of flames.

"Speak, asshole!" She yelled and John sighed, hitting the back of the man’s head with the hilt of his dagger, knocking him out cold.

"Let’s take him back to the university. We’ll need Myers to ask him questions."

Zara nodded and they carried the man back to the university. John and Zara were among the fastest humans alive and so, they arrived in seconds.

They knocked on Myers’ door.

"Myers, open up!"

The door opened, and Professor Myers came out, his eyes bloodshot and his hair a mess.

"Oh, you found one!"

"Yes, now let’s go in and question him."

"Do you have a healer here?" John asked and Myers nodded.

"Great, bring them here."

"What for?"

"To make sure he doesn’t die," John deadpanned and Myers gulped, sweat dripping down his temple.

They carried the man inside and tied him to a chair. When the man awoke, he was in a dimly lit room with a single lamp hanging above him and John standing patiently in front of him, his eyes burning with determination.

"Let me guess, you want to know where your women are?"

"Where are they and how do we get there?"

"I won’t tell you that."

"You don’t have a choice."

John unsheathed his dagger, and the man flinched, but his eyes showed no fear.

"Trust me. You will speak. Why not spare yourself the torment?" John threatened, but the man remained silent.

"So be it," John said, giving light cuts with his Venomlash all around the man’s body. Recently, he had learned that the venom from his Venomlash was incredibly painful and made living beings more sensitive to pain. How did he learn this? John preferred not to dwell on such things.

The man’s screams echoed through the room, and Myers covered his ears, trying not to listen to the horrifying sounds.

John looked at the man coldly, his eyes as hard as steel, "where are they?"

The man spat at John’s face and he wiped it off, "you really don’t want to make things easy for yourself."

John took a vial from his inventory and poured it on the man’s wounds. The man shrieked as the pain intensified.

"Where are they? How do we get there?"

The man groaned and gasped, "I won’t tell you," he said defiantly.

John shrugged and poured the rest of the vial on the man’s wounds, "it’s your choice."

The man screamed and writhed, but John’s grip held him firmly in place.

"I won’t say anything, no matter how much you torture me."

"We’ll see," John replied, his eyes burning with determination.

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They continued for hours, the man screaming and crying for mercy, but John did not relent.

Zara and Myers had decided to step out of the room, they couldn’t bear the screams anymore.

"Fucking psychopath," Zara muttered under her breath as she lit a cigarette.

"That’s a bit harsh," Myers said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we don’t know what the man has done and the lives of so many hang in the balance. Someone has to make the hard choices."

"Yeah, no, I get that, but did you see John’s face? He didn’t even flinch, he was completely unaffected by it. It gives me the creeps," Zara said as she shuddered, trying to forget the screams and the look on John’s face as he tortured the man.

"He isn’t showing it, but that doesn’t mean he is not affected by it."

Zara quirked an eyebrow at Myers and scoffed.

Myers sighed, "Zara, the interrogation wouldn’t be as effective if he showed the man how he truly felt. He needs to come off as someone who can do this for as long as it takes in order to break the man."

"Whatever," Zara said and puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"You should quit smoking, it’s bad for your health."

"You sound like my mom."

"Well, I’m telling you the truth," Myers said and walked away, leaving Zara alone with her thoughts.

It had been a few hours since the interrogation began, and John’s bloody figure emerged out of the room.

Zara and Myers rushed to him, their expressions anxious.

"Did you get anything from him?"

"We’re going on a trip," was all he said as he walked out of the room and towards the room. Zara and Myers glanced at the interrogation room, and they saw the man’s dead body tied to the chair, his eyes glazed over and his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

"Fuck," Zara muttered under her breath.