In The Devil's Lair

Summer POV

I have since regained consciousness, but I do not want to open my eyes. The atmosphere is quite cold and eerie. I don't have to ask to know that I am in the enemy's camp. Harold has gone too far this time. I know he will torture me and I am ready for him. 

However, my speculation is both right and wrong. I am in the enemy's lair alright, but it's not Harold. I see the CBI boss walk in holding a tray of food.

"Wake up darling and eat your food. No need pretending. I know you are awake."

I don't know why, but something tells me not to get him mad. I sit up and he hands me a glass of juice, which he tastes first. As if he knew I was thinking he could possibly poison me. Without a word, he places the tray in front of me and proceeds to have a taste of everything. I just watch him dumbfounded. 

"Now eat up. You have already seen me eating, a guarantee that there is no poison in this food. Besides, I need