Day 20
“And why would I do that?” The voice asked. “I’m not as foolish as you!”
“No, you’re a coward!” I snapped. “If you weren’t you’d come face me—stop making veiled threats.”
The chuckle was sinister this time.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
I shook my head—reassured by cold steel in my hand.
“I’m sick of being manipulated. Let me out or face me. I’ve had enough of your games.”
“As you wish”
There was the click of a lock sliding free, and a hidden door swung free from the wall behind me.
I bolted for the door and door and didn’t look back.
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