by C L Walker
He backed out of the room, still staring at me, until the door began closing. Before it slammed shut he put out his hand and poked his head back in.
“The answer is yes,” he said. “I have your friends. I didn’t want you to freak out prematurely, but if you insist on knowing.”
I held the red rage inside me in check and nodded. “Thank you,” I said.
He slammed the door shut and the metal bolt on the far side slid into place.
I wanted to scream and fight, to tear down the walls and kill everyone there. They had them, whatever that meant. They could be in the cells to either side of me and I had no way of helping them.
Not yet, anyway.
“I’m coming,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes and breathing deep to try and calm down.
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