Judging by the way he’s holding the pistol-like weapon on me, he’d feel tough if he got to use it. It’s a bit of overkill, though; they’ve already shackled my hands with spray foam and locked a collar restraint on my neck. It’d take only one press of the remote button to make the collar tighten around my throat and have me on my knees fighting for air. The overup continues to descend as if it were taking us to the Underworld. The five soldiers surrounding me obscure its soft bench seats. I hate the look in their eyes, so I keep mine on the sparkling crystal in the chandelier as it sways with the motion of the rectangular car. I scan my mind for what I could’ve done differently with Minister Telek. I can’t find a solution that would’ve gotten me out of the torture I was sure to face with him in charge. I should’ve killed him. He’ll murder us for sure now—with or without a confession. My only consolation is that what I just did to him will buy us some time; he would’ve extorted a false confession out of me right away.
