“Where. Is. My. Son.” Ursula flinched as Timothy spat in her face, the fluid hitting her square in the eye and slowly dripping down her cheek. Ursula calmly wiped it away, trying her hardest not to tremble in front of him. She felt like she was under a microscope, and the slightest wrong move could make everything she had worked up for on her way there suddenly crumble. Ursula would not allow that.
“Timothy, I’m not here to play games.”
“Good. Neither am I.” He pushed himself away from the bars and went back to the far wall, pressing his back against the stone and sliding down. Ursula rested her forehead against the bars, pretending to see through the blackness.
“Timothy, please tell me where my son is.” Her voice slowly lost the anger and frustration, an eerie mix of calm and sadness t
