Book 10 Chapter 8: Breaking
-Phoenix- “Still alive?” Chris’s voice sounded like... I wasn’t sure if it was my own screams that had ruined my hearing or if someone had found a way to alter his voice completely. It sounded like he had smoked cigarettes his whole life. The doctor had left and not closed the door behind him, and I had been right that the vents in these rooms were connected. Chris was right on the other side of the wall, and clearly his torturer had left too to give us, or maybe rather them, a break. Chris called out to me, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to. He had heard me through the vent as well. I bet he could even hear my weak breathing and how every time I tried getting a mouthful of air into my lungs, it sounded like I was slowly drowning in my own blood. Maybe I was. The doctor had
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