Viz's face was dark as he faced Neza Gerudes. They were inside one of the rooms in the correctional facility. A large table separated the two of them. Above it was a long light that illuminated the entire room. Outside the closed door, two guards stood watch.
Neza's hands were cuffed, and she looked at him as if pleading for his help.
But it won’t ever happen.
Help will never come her way. He would make sure that no one would help her. No one could help her. Anyone who dared to help her would be directly opposing him.
Her hair was disheveled, with strands escaping the tie and hanging down the sides of her sunken cheeks. The area under her eyes was also hollow. Even without asking, he could tell she was miserable in prison.
She didn’t look the way she did when he first saw her.
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