I know you would like that,” he smiled without his eyes.
"Are you trying to cheer me up?" My voice was rough and weak, scraped by the hours I had been screaming into the dark. I wasn't even sure why I asked. It was pathetic, maybe childish, almost, and I suppose I only wanted something to cling to. A response.
"Am I that jobless? Your shouting will not allow me to sleep, so here you are. Now will you shut it?" he said, his voice oozing annoyance.
His voice was so incisive that it cut whatever little hope that had fluttered within me. I opened my eyes, pulled myself back into the silence of the room-- the dark, the pain, the rope tearing out my wrists.
"No."
The word was a little rebellious. My throat burned. My chest felt hollow. I wondered briefly at how much noise I had made and ho
