DARIO
Earlier that morning
"Has anyone served him breakfast yet?" I ask one of the guards standing at the entrance to the cell where we're holding Julio captive.
Not that I care about his well-being, but I need him fed because it’s time to have another conversation. I don't want to beat him up and make him puke on an empty stomach.
“Not yet,” he responds.
I open the door to find him lying on the floor. He's still deprived of energy.
I wake him up with a little kick.
“Time for your daily dose,” I tell him.
He looks up with constricted eyes like he's trying to recognize who I am.
“It's me. Your best friend. Remember me?” I tell him while I crouch to his level.
“Don't worry, breakfast will be here in a minute. But first, I have a few questions for today.”
“Just kill me already,” h
