CHAPTER 7
The sun has just gone down when Hee-Man returns. It’s been a relatively easy day since I pulled that Avengers stunt. If I would have known that the biggest danger I’d face while trapped in a North Korean prison was boredom, I would have brought my tablet and gotten caught up on some Netflix.
“Get up. It is time to go,” Hee-Man tells me. I have no way to tell if he’s angrier than normal. To me he looks just as grumpy, but no more so than usual. Still, I feel a slight ripple of excitement. I haven’t left this room in four days. Right now, I’m more concerned about the chance to stretch my legs than I am curious or worried about where he might be leading me.
Even though Hee-Man never ordered me in the corner this morning, I’ve decided it’s not worth risking my neck anymore. I lear
