Sometime after Adriel left, I must've fallen asleep because when I next opened my eyes, there was someone else in the room. The moment I realized that, I tried to shimmy away from the intimidating presence of a human perched on the chair in the room by my bedside but even the slightest of movements caused great pain to my raw wrists. How I managed to sleep without feeling pain was beyond me.
"Who are you?" My question was supposed to sound bold. Unfortunately, it came out as a pathetic squeak, betraying my fear and strengthening my captor's power over me.
"Thomas."
So 'Tommy' wasn't Scary Cop; he was an entirely different guy. His whole being screamed 'bad guy'. I didn't need any introductions to know he was the leader of whatever dark ops was going on here. Call it an intuitive hunch.
