CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Bait did not know where he was. He wasn’t even sure he was still alive. With his eyes closed, he couldn’t see a thing. He did feel the cold, hard floor underneath him, but that was not helpful for determining where he was.
Does hell have cold floors? Bait thought. Because if so, then I don’t want to know where I am.
The last thing Bait remembered was Mimic unleashing a sonic blast at him and the others. Bait supposed that Mimic must have had the sonic detonator in his sleeve the whole time but had been waiting for just the right moment to use it.
It also explained why his body hurt, though it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it should have. It felt more like he did after a long day of intense physical training in the gym, rather than being on fire or something like that
