Rex.
I walked down the dark hallway of the underground area. The air was cold and smelled like damp stone. Every step I took sounded like a drum in the quiet. I stopped in front of the heavy iron door. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small glass syringe. It caught the light, looking sharp and dangerous.
I unlocked the door. It creaked open, revealing the small gray room.
There she was… Chloe.
She was huddled in the corner. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were wide with fear. As soon as she saw me, she started shaking.
"No," she whimpered, backing her head against the wall. "No. Please. Don't do this to me again. I can’t take it anymore. Please!"
I walked toward her, my face as still as a mask. "Relax, Chloe," I said. My voice was low and flat. "You shouldn't push yourself lik
