“Pathetic,” he whispered, walking into the room. “You’re
still trying this?”
“Please,
just let me go,” I begged.
“No
chance of that,” he smirked, walking over to me.
“Please,
I just want to be done with this.” My hand had partially healed. “I won’t let
them know it’s you or anything.”
“Hm.. I
don’t believe that. Wonder why?” He said tauntingly.
“I
swear, I’m not lying.” I cried.
“Cute,” he
laughed. “You think crying will get you out of this mess?”
All I
wanted was to go home. Back to my family.— Back to my friends.—Back to my life.
At this point I was willing to do anything to go back.
“I just
want to go home,” I looked up at him.
“But I
thought they were mean, I thought they were unfair. You wanted to escape them,
didn’t you?” He smiled sickly.
“I get
it now! I know why, please, I just miss them. I want to go back and pretend
like nothing happened!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. “I just want to
go back and tell them that I’m sorry, I know they’re trying their best now.”
Pain
flashed in his eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Positive,”
I nodded.
Calmly
he pulled out a knife. “Just remember that I will capture you again if it’s not
fair,” he pushed it into the side of my neck. “Okay?”
Quickly
I nodded, pulling the blade deeper into my neck. Carefully he dropped the knife
and pulled me out of the room, leading me down halls and stairs. I saw a
handful of people who were caught, stuck in a room—alone. He was going so fast
that I couldn’t get a good look at everyone he had in his grasp.
Quicker
and quicker, he lead me down to a door.
“Walk,”
he said.
“What?”
I questioned.
“After
this door, walk as far as you can.” He pushed me out- leaving me alone in the
desert.
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