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“Remain where you are, soldier. I’ll take it from here.”
Adam doesn’t answer doesn’t answer doesn’t answer—
“Yes, sir,” he says, his voice suddenly hoarse.
I feel his eyes on me as I turn down the hall.
Warner takes me somewhere new. We’re walking through
corridors I’ve never seen, blacker and bleaker and more
narrow as we go. I realize we’re heading downward.
Into a basement.
We pass through 1, 2, 4 metal doors. Soldiers everywhere,
their eyes everywhere, appraising me with both fear and
something else I’d rather not consider. I’ve realized there
are very few females in this building.
If there were ever a place to be grateful for being
untouchable, it’d be here.
It’s the only reason I have asylum from the preying eyes of
hundreds of lonely men. It’s the only reason Adam is staying
with me—because Warner thinks Adam is a cardboard
cutout of vanilla regurgitations. He thinks Adam is a
machine oiled by orders and demands. He thinks Adam is a
reminder of my past, and he uses it to make me
uncomfortable. He’d never imagine Adam could lay a finger
on me.
No one would. Everyone I meet is absolutely petrified.
The darkness is like a black canvas punctured by a blunt
knife, with beams of light peeking through. It reminds me
too much of my old cell. My skin ripples with uncontrollable
dread.
I’m surrounded by guns.
“In you go,” Warner says. I’m pushed into an empty room
smelling faintly of mold. Someone hits a switch and
fluorescent lights flicker on to reveal pasty yellow walls and
carpet the color of dead grass. The door slams shut behind
me.
There’s nothing but cobwebs and a huge mirror in this
room. The mirror is half the size of the wall. Instinctively I