Captivity turned out to be a lot more boring than movies made it look.
Nobody asked dramatic questions, nobody tied me to train tracks and nobody delivered evil monologues every five minutes.
Instead I sat inside a heavily guarded room while Black Reapers treated me like a very expensive package they were afraid to damage.
Honestly, it was annoying. The room itself wasn’t terrible. There was a bed, a table, a small bathroom and a single window that didn’t open.
The problem was everything outside it. Armed guard with locked doors and security cameras.
And enough weapons to start a small war.
Every time I looked outside another reminder waited.
You aren’t leaving. Not yet.
Three days passed. Maybe four. I wasn’t completely sure anymore. The isolation made time slippery and the
