CAT
I was wrong. Will is not just a monster out of a nightmare. He is much more than that. He is the devil himself, straight out of the depths of hell. My body is numb with nerves and terror as I glance at the cell door.
It isn't news that Will knows I can pick locks, so it shouldn't be a surprise that he used a padlock that doesn't need a key to open. Instead, he used one that can only be opened with his fingerprints.
I may have considered him less heartless if he locked me in here with a pack of hungry wolves. At least my death would be quick. But this…this is torture.
I stare at the man I'm supposed to kill, and I must have a momentary lapse in sanity because I ask him, "what did you do?"
He doesn't respond. He has a gag covering his mouth—though I doubt he would have spoken if that was not the case. If I were him, I wouldn't speak to the person meant to end my life either. Not that he would have the strength if he wanted to.
