In a flash the face mask was back in place, tighter than before, but I still wasn’t gagged. Livia calmly and methodically gathered up the tray and dragged out the chair while I yelled like some actually crazy person.
“You think you can get to me? Guess again, you s**t! Whatever you do, whatever you try, I’ll just laugh. A straitjacket? A padded cell? What a p***y! You want to be friends? Don’t come in here thinking you’re going to get any kind of break in your miserable job. Bring it on!”
The door slammed in my face. Livia gave a look back through the square portal. I rushed the door and screamed at her, a wordless, incoherent cry. Then Livia swung a white, metal covering across the portal. For a brief moment, in the small window’s reflection, I did catch a glimpse of a crazy person; of
