Musical Accompainment: Prisoner by Raphael Lake
Predator and prey, a dance as old as time.
CAMERON
This time around when my heart starts pounding in my chest, it’s pure fear.
So that’s what this is, an interrogation. This whole thing, backing me up against the wall like this, asking me all these questions. It is all probably a ploy to break down my defenses and distract me before he puts a bullet in my skull.
I swallow hard and look away. If I push him hard enough, could I make it across the room and out the door in time?
Earl hums in disapproval like he can read my mind and then tilts my chin back towards him.
“How did you know?” He asks and I pretend to bristle even though inside I’m praying to all the gods I know that I make it out of this alive. Ted was right. It’s too dangerou
