I licked my chapped lips once before opening my mouth.
The words would not come out.
Clank! The warden had put on disposable gloves and was now admiring a scalpel. He held it up, showcasing it while he watched my reaction.
My mouth opened and closed like a fish. "Speak up!" he demanded. His attractive face was marred by anger.
He chuckled again. "This scalpel will go well with your flesh, don't you think?" I remained silent, glaring at him with tears pooling in my eyes.
"Now, now, don't cry." he said with fake concern. "I'll tell you what," he started, "If you stop crying I'll let you get a lobotomy instead."
The tears fell down harder. I sniffled trying to compose myself. I hated feeling weak and out of control. I didn't want him to see me vulnerable.
I closed my eyes again. That griffin! This is all his fault. Where is he now? Where is he when I'm about to be tortured and killed? Why was I keeping this secret anyway. I don't even know his name, why should I be suffer and be tortured for a nameless man I barely know. He never told me that I couldn't tell anyone. What was I doing?? I could have avoided this whole situation if I just told him what he wanted. This doesn't involve me anyway. I took another deep breath and calmed myself.
Turning my head, I looked the warden in the eyes, full of resolve.
"I'll tell you what you want to know."