> Chief Carter said slowly, looking around the room, >
Silence was her only response as the three boys watched her with murderous expressions-Sebastian's being the deadliest.
In fact, you could practically see the steam rolling off his shaking form as Chief Carter sat back and watched in amusement.
>
She sat back lazily and crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk settling on her lips. >
Sebastian remained silent as Callum threw profanities left and right. Mason, on the other hand, wore a shameful expression. Guilt had been embedded into his features ever since they had arrived. It didn't take a genius to realize why.
> Carter asked, turning her attention towards him. Mason's brow furrowed even more, as he remained quiet.
« You fascinate me, Mason Walker. >> She admitted, her eyes twinkling brightly as she spoke.
« You had so much potential, but... >> she shook her head sadly, >
Mason stiffened in his chair, before casting his gaze to the floor as though he were a child being shunned by his parent. Sebastian watched Mason carefully; unsure of how he would react.
she said loudly, >
By now, Chief Carter was standing directly in front of him. Her voice was jeering and menacing.
she hissed out, placing her hand on his shoulder. >
All emotion washed from Mason's face as she spoke. Sebastian glanced at Callum, who looked just as confused as he was.
> Chief Carter said, leaning close to Mason. >
No response.
> she hissed, her expression darkening.
Silence.
>
And with that, she exited the room.
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Sobs racked through my body. My head ached and I struggled to breathe. Pain exploded through every part of my being, and there was absolutely no way that I could put an end to my misery. Pain is what reminded me that I was alive. Pain was what reminded me that I was still able to feel-no matter how much I wished I couldn't.
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Death would be my escape. And I needed to fucking escape.
>
An involuntary scream left my lips as my body automatically began thrashing against the restraints that held my fragile body onto the cold, metal table. Fear.
Fear penetrated my soul. It was consuming and destructive.
Over the last few days it had become part of me. It controlled me and I was left as a hopeless victim to it.
There was nothing I could do except suffer under its power.
It made my insides turn and twist. It made the air leave my lungs and my heart drop into my stomach.
I continued to scream as his body entered my vision. He was saying something to me, I was almost sure I could see his lips moving through my blurry sight.
Tears drowned my eyes and screams left my throat raw and bloody.
My head throbbed and I felt myself to begin to lose consciousness. Through my squinted eyes, I could see his own widen at my state.
My cries grow louder as he removed the shackles from my arm and my feet. I welcomed darkness as my eyes fluttered shut, although I remained conscious as he carried me.