I don’tĭownwards, and the other Varkins whisper around us. And it would make my situation even worse. I know if I tell him the truth, no one willīelieve me for a minute. You, this Varkin here is my ‘right hand’. Have many left…but I do remember you well…” He smiles. “Seems like I see your pretty face here more than other Anlights. “Well, well…” Victorius stops in front of I’ve been hoping I’d get used to this tortureĮventually, but every new punishment brings new terror and fear. I feel my pulse beating with each step he takes. This blanket, knowing she is not allowed to have one.”Ĭlosely.
“But this one hid water and gave it to her friend. “Her room-mate was not allowed to drink,” the “What did she do, my dear friend?” VictoriusĪsks. Glowing eyes look at me-without a shirt-as I try to Screams, tossing me like a grubby rag to the middle of the room. “She needs punishment like never before!” he Red lights and smoke make the place into a horror Lucas takes me to the room where Victoriusīeats me if I don’t do what they tell me. “What happened to your scratch? It could not A couple ofĭays ago I’d been given a deep scratch, and he’s just noticed the scratch has He looks back, and catches a glimpse of my stomach. All I have on is a dirty old black brassiere that’s seenīetter days. When the elevator stops on the SS floor, heĭrags me down the hallway, the blanket in his hand. His tone brings chills, all the way down to “Stupid, damn Anlight! You will get it good He slaps my face, his nails scratch my cheek. He picks me up, throws meĪgainst the wall. The wall with his body and rips my shirt from my back. I close my eyes, disgusted as never before. “You might still have a chance to change things…” “Relax,” Lucas puts his cold arms around my “Where are you taking me?” I demand, but I’m I barely get right in before the elevator door closes,Īlmost pinching my leg. Holding my hand tightly, he walks me to the elevator. The Varkin turns around and hits her so hard she falls to theįloor. “Leave her alone!” Kate screams at him, jumps “You-trying to be so nice…helping your poorīeat up friend who is not supposed to have water!” He’s yelling, taking the “What did I do?” I shout at him, confused, Suddenly the door opens,Īnd our moment of joyful peace is broken. “Don’t eat the bottle!” I joke, hoping to putĪ smile on her face. Iĭon’t think I’ve ever seen her drink so quickly.
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