"What the f-ck!" the guard roars, dropping me down on my feet. I can't help but laugh. It's an empty, slightly insane laugh, but I feel so satisfied at having vomited on the guard.
"Serves you right for treating me like a sack of flour," I say with sarcasm. I hate the empty hole inside of me where this harsh sarcasm is coming from, but feeling hateful seems to be another way to keep out the sadness.
I hear a slow clap and turn to see Stone casually leaning against a wall with a smirk on his face, "Feisty. I like it."
I don't know what to say to that, so I just shrug my shoulders and feel the anger in me subside as I descend back into numbness. "You have me here. What now?"
"Follow me," he says, then immediately turns and starts walking. I know he noticed my swift change in mood, but I
