“Choose wisely.” The deep voice resounded across the
small corridor.
Genevieve lifted her weary head to glimpse the man
hiding behind the bars entrapping her. He smirked at her weakness and licked
his cracked lips in expectation of her forced decision. She glimpsed a spark of
evil glaze over his eyes and a slither of fear glided up her limbs.
Her hands were shackled behind her back and she felt
the blood oozing from the cuts on her wrists. She tried to take a deep breath
to calm her sudden nerves, but her broken ribs sent sharp stabs of pain into her
middle.
Pushing her fear to the dark reaches of her brain,
she glared at the menace before her. She gathered the last bits of her strength
to spit at his boots, an action of defiance that she knew would infuriate him.
A small smile of satisfaction lit her bruised face before he tasered her into
unconsciousness.
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