He walked toward the door, and it was not a bluff. It had purpose, deadly purpose. If she didn't agree, he'd kill the president. She couldn't take the chance that the president's guards would be able to protect him.
"I will execute the president now," he said without turning.
"He has guards protecting him." Unlike him, she was bluffing. If the president died, she might never find out where they kept Ter. She wanted to fall down on the floor and scream and keep doing it until the universe stopped punishing her. And through her, Ter. She'd been so close to finding her when the president sent her to this miserable spaceship where there were no seasons. No fresh air. And now the person who could find Ter for her was about to be killed if she didn't agree to become some kind of experiment.
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