June March sat quietly and patiently in her chair, Singh looking at her with some kind of contented look in his eyes. His face however held a serious aggression,  she figured he always looked like he was pissed about something. She had given herself the opportunity to calm down in mere moments, knowing that crying and screaming and being afraid wasn't going to get her anywhere in this situation. After all, this was her third time being abducted. She had waited in silence as he had pulled a chair up to her, her eyes still adjusting to the light of the room. That bag had been obstructing a lot, her pupils burning a bit from how bright it was wherever they were. She had come to the conclusion that she was on a boat, the gentle rocking making that easily discernible along with the water that she could see from the porthole on her left. She was at the bottom of the boat, but she was on it. She let out heavy breaths, her mouth incomparably dry, her lips also dry and chapped. Right now she wasn't even sure how well she could talk if she wanted to, her voice was strained from where she had screamed, and her throat was insanely sore. Sweat was dripping down her neck still and she almost wished she could drink it, due to the fact that she was so ridiculously thirsty.

"I imagined more fight from you. You are just sitting there." He sounded disappointed that she had not attempted to run.  She figured he loved this game, abducting someone and then playing with them, always winning in the end. Her legs were too numb for her to attempt to go anywhere or try anything, her body too drowsy and heavy to move quick enough for an escape. He watched her with an even greater agitation at the fact that she didn't answer,  his teeth gritting behind his lips for just a moment before he stood from his chair. "You're not going to ask why you're here?"

"No. I know why I'm here." She was correct about how painful it was to talk, the words grinding in her throat and coming out in a grated tone. She let out a few breaths to try and neutralize the burning in her vocal chords, her heartbeat slowing as she took the deep breaths.

"And why is that?" She dreaded speaking again, but she was more nervous for what would happen if she didn't, so she breathed through the pain again.

"How'd you do it?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at him. She felt an ache in her chest as she thought about her question, what it entailed, what it was referring to.

"Do what?"

"Convince Tyler to turn on me? How'd you do it? He was my friend." Singh laughed almost immediately after she finished, June feeling like a joke as she sucked in a breath through her teeth. She leaned forwards slightly, feeling shots of pain up her body as she regained mobility slowly. "And what the hell did he drug me with? I feel like I'm stone at this point."

"I convinced him with the greatest motivator of all...money. It wasn't that hard actually." He sounded almost disappointed with this, thinking it was upsetting that it hadn't taken a little more convince for the Sutherland boy. "He really wanted to see his mother."

"Well...then I guess that's fair." June didn't feel that way at all in her body, broken up and torn inside by the fact someone she loved had betrayed her...again. She felt a stabbing pain on the left side of her back, her teeth gritting and a hiss leaving her lips. Singh narrowed his eyes as he watched her in pain, standing from his chair and grabbing her by the hair again.

"My respect for your father only goes so far. After you lied to me—"

"I didn't lie to you. I didn't have the medallion and to be quite honest I didn't even look for it. I didn't lie when I said I had no idea." Her teeth were still grit as he pulled at the hairs on her head, her stomach feeling like a endless pit as she stared up at his face. He seemed angry too, a sneer lifting his lips as he shook his head and let go of her.

"Then how did I get this..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the medallion itself, June not at all surprised that he had it. Of course he had it...there was no way Tyler would leave it behind. "...from your room?"

"I woke up that morning and someone left it there. One of your guys has been following me for a long time. It was probably-"

"I am a lot of things Ms. March but I am not forgiving. Honest? I'll be honest with you right now." She didn't appreciate him cutting her off but she was the one tied to the chair so she just went with it. She could assume she knew where his monologue was about to go, and while she was internally terrified, it was hard to get past the fogginess of her brain to really, genuinely be afraid of what he was going to say. It was like being drunk for days and waking up half drunk and with a terrible hangover. "I'm going to kill you."

The words settled so plainly on his tongue and she stopped breathing for just a moment, able to comprehend that. She looked at him with wide eyes and felt sick to her stomach, even thought that was what she assumed the outcome was going to be. To hear him say it made it terribly real that she had no escape, no chance, and he would kill her just like he killed Portis. Or he would make her suffer. And they would be so much worse.

"Okay." She whispered, a shaky breath leaving her lips as she said it. In the face of death she held a bit of bravery and acceptance, realizing that there was probably no way out of this. Everyone back home would think she hopped a plane to Italy and is never coming back, she would die here with Singh alone.

He acted like her acceptance of this wasn't puzzling, she seemed almost realistically okay with it. It wasn't the reaction he was necessarily expecting, but he continued on still.

"I am also vengeful. That can be a downfall of someone with no power but I have power. And so I can execute my vengefulness diligently you know? So I will keep you alive until you can see me find El Dorado, until you can see me kill Big John and whoever else tries to stop me. And I will let you watch every last moment of it until you see everyone take your last breath and then...I will kill you. A life for a life." She felt like she had been punched in the gut when she realized Big John was here, her shoulder tensing. John B would lose his father again and she would have to watch. She should have known painful death would come with all kinds of pain...emotional, physical, mental. He wanted to torture her. And then she remembered JJ and John Bs plan to rescue Big John, and for a moment a sliver of hope flashed through her. Then she realized that would be the others Singh was speaking of. He was almost expecting them to show up. His last words didn't sit well with her, June shaking her head and speaking up.

"A life for a life?" He looked angered that she was playing dumb, standing in front of her with grit teeth and a look of anger that she could practically feel.

"I will say that I took you for a lot of things...but a murderer wasn't one."

"What are you talking about?"

"That man you killed in your escape was hardly something to dwell on but—but Leon? You broke into his home, murdered him in cold blood and burned the building down? I know it was you. All evidence leads to you." June shook her head quickly, not liking the villainizing  that was happening to her. She let out a deep breath, her eyebrows furrowing as she started to  explain herself.

"Hardy isn't dead. I pulled him out of the fire. He was fine. He's not dead."  Singh shook his own head now, his face pulled into an accusatory brood and his eyes holding an unspeakably malicious glare.

"He's dead and you killed him. The police informed his next of kin." Junes heart dropped into her stomach at his words, a lump building in her throat as she looked at Singh. She was in shock, she knew that man was not dead. He gave her a shrug, sitting back a little bit in his chair and giving her an obvious look. "My cousin. My cousin Leon, ripped from my hands by a teenaged girl. A lying one at that. How terribly unfortunate."

"He's not dead man! I told you. I'm pretty sure I'd know considering I was there!" She shouted now, this being the most distressing knees she had heard since his head gotten here. Leon Hardy was not dead, so how could Singh think he was? He was going to kill her for something she didn't even do. "I did the right thing! I pulled him out! I did the right thing!"

"You killed my family. You will suffer." Singh seemed genuinely upset, turning away from her and starting towards the door. June felt panic in her body as he started to leave, not wanting to be left alone after that conversation. Singh opened the door and did not look back, her voice echoing through the boat as she screamed.

"I did the right thing! I pulled him out! I didn't kill him!"