ι'м ησт qυιтє нυмαη, вυт ι'м ησт qυιтє α мα¢нιηє {Rue}

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Friend." Andrew sounded amused. "Is that what he was to you?"

[assassinrue]

"none of yours." she snapped.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

The intercom clicked off and Andrew didn't speak again, leaving her in silence. He knew when he wasn't getting anywhere.

[assassinrue]

Valerie sighed and placed her face in her hands. What was she going to do?

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

No one contacted her again for the rest of the day. The light outside faded into darkness, and it appeared the room had no electricity.

[assassinrue]

Valerie paced the room nonstop, never sleeping. Hunger tumbled against her stomach but she ignored it. She needed something else to happen.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Eventually morning came and a glass of water was slipped into her room. They might deny her food, but they needed to keep her alive.

[assassinrue]

Valerie let the water sit for a long time before she took a tiny sip. If she didn't die in a few hours she would drink more.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"You know, if we wanted to kill you, there would be much easier ways to do it," Andrew's voice said over the intercom. "Honestly, stop being so paranoid."

[assassinrue]

"Paranoia saves lives. DON"T tell me how to live." Valerie stood and paced the room. She would die here. That much was certain.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Paranoia can end them, too," Andrew replied. "Sometimes you need to trust people. Plus, the stress will kill you young."

[assassinrue]

Valerie broke out laughing. "I'm already dead. What does it matter?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

The was a long pause before Andrew's voice sounded again. "What do you mean?"

[assassinrue]

"Being here. What else is going to happen to me?" Valerie sorted as if her perceived impending death was funny.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"I told you, Valerie," he said. "I'm not interested in you. We just want Aron."

[assassinrue]

Valerie crossed her arms. "And what happens to me when I don't give him up?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"You won't like it, I can assure you of that," Andrew said.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Valerie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I die. Duh."

[assassinrue]

*you*

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Oh, trust me," Andrew said, a sick sort of glee entering his voice. "There are things worse than death."