Duvalier:
My mind drifts as I ponder what to do next. The prisoner has escaped, and I still haven't found out how. I need answers. I swirl the liquid in the tube, considering if I should just drink it and get this over with. I will probably bite her when she's asleep, or pounce on her when she's cleaning the dishes.
As I focus on the task, Travis knocks on my office door. He enters with a funny look on his face, indicating something is amiss. "I was so close to making her talk," I say to him.
"Did she reveal who hired her?" he asks.
"Nothing. She doesn't strike me as someone who would snitch, but her innocent facade might not be as innocent as it seems," I reply, placing the lilac-colored poison on the table. "I'll have to use this one of these days," I mutter, shifting my attention ba
