“If he is not here by the end of the day then we will know you are not important to him.”
I searched like my life depended on it. For a knife, a blade – anything to help me lose the ropes binding me. I would not wait to see if anyone would come to my rescue. I refused to have my life tied to someone else’s in such a way. I had to leave. Fast.
“It is simply a dead man, Mystique. A corpse should not deter you,” I whispered to myself. Death was nothing new to me. I had seen piles of dead bodies.
What did disconcert me was having to work with my wrists bound. I got into a kneeling position, conscious of how difficult it would be to rise again without the support of my upper body.
Searching the dead was disrespectful. I knew that much. But respecting the corpses around me could very wel
