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move down the halls, I catch a glimpse of the small, bunker rooms on the side. I see a large room
through one of the doors that seems to be a dining hall. I reach the end of the hall, and Hendrix
reaches around me, gripping the handle and flinging it open. He shoves me, and I stumble forward.
I manage to gather my footing, and I get a chance to peer around. This must be his room. It s large,
with a toilet and shower off to the side, a large bed in the middle and a desk near a set of see through
windows at the back. Hendrix shoves me again so I continue to walk forward until I reach a small
sofa. He grips my shoulder, forcing me down onto it. I don t fight him, my mind is screaming at me to
just go along with it. He might not kill me if I do as I m told. I think about Eric and my heart clenches.
Is he ok? Are they hurting him right now? I can t not ask. I can t just forget about my friend.
Are they hurting him? I croak.
Hendrix is standing in front of me, and at my words he kneels. He grips my wrists and snaps on a
pair of handcuffs. Our eyes meet, brown on green, and I flinch. There s so much behind those eyes, so
much pain, so much anger, so much death...
What is goin on with him, ain t your concern. What is your concern, is survivin . You do as I
ask, you live. You don t, you die. It s simple.
Simple. Simple. Of course, it s so freaking simple. I put my head down, swallowing over and
over to stop the bile rising in my throat.
How old are you, girl?
My name is Indigo! I snap, lifting my head to meet his glare.
Don t fuckin care what your name is, it don t matter to me. I asked how old you are.
What does it matter? I whisper. If you re going to rape me, I don t imagine you ll care.
He snorts. No, I suppose I won t. Answer me anyway.
My body goes stiff.
Now, he growls.
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move down the halls, I catch a glimpse of the small, bunker rooms on the side. I see a large room
through one of the doors that seems to be a dining hall. I reach the end of the hall, and Hendrix
reaches around me, gripping the handle and flinging it open. He shoves me, and I stumble forward.
I manage to gather my footing, and I get a chance to peer around. This must be his room. It s large,
with a toilet and shower off to the side, a large bed in the middle and a desk near a set of see through
windows at the back. Hendrix shoves me again so I continue to walk forward until I reach a small
sofa. He grips my shoulder, forcing me down onto it. I don t fight him, my mind is screaming at me to
just go along with it. He might not kill me if I do as I m told. I think about Eric and my heart clenches.
Is he ok? Are they hurting him right now? I can t not ask. I can t just forget about my friend.
Are they hurting him? I croak.
Hendrix is standing in front of me, and at my words he kneels. He grips my wrists and snaps on a
pair of handcuffs. Our eyes meet, brown on green, and I flinch. There s so much behind those eyes, so
much pain, so much anger, so much death...
What is goin on with him, ain t your concern. What is your concern, is survivin . You do as I
ask, you live. You don t, you die. It s simple.
Simple. Simple. Of course, it s so freaking simple. I put my head down, swallowing over and
over to stop the bile rising in my throat.
How old are you, girl?
My name is Indigo! I snap, lifting my head to meet his glare.
Don t fuckin care what your name is, it don t matter to me. I asked how old you are.
What does it matter? I whisper. If you re going to rape me, I don t imagine you ll care.
He snorts. No, I suppose I won t. Answer me anyway.
My body goes stiff.
Now, he growls.
I m twenty-four. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]