She moaned as I carried her across the room. Her unconscious body was a lot heavier than I had anticipated and the sedatives were wearing off a lot sooner than I had hoped. I pushed her into the cell and quickly shut the door. She sat up, leaned against the bars, rubbed her head, and looked around the cell. “Where am I?”
“Listen, I’m really sorry to have to do this but it’s extremely important and it won’t take very long.”
“Wait, are you kidnapping me?” She ran to the cell door and reached her arms through the bars. “Let me out. Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not kidnapping you. I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to get some answers from you.” I grabbed a notebook and pulled a chair up next to the door.
Her bright blue eyes filled with tears as she looked around the room. “Where are we?”
“We’re just in a cabin. You’re safe, don’t worry.”
“Don’t worry? I’m locked in a cell and you’re telling me not to worry?”
“I told you, I just need to ask you some questions. I’m not really sure how this works but I need to talk with…well, your demon.”
“The demon that possesses you. I need to talk to it.”
She stared at me blankly. She started shaking the cell door. “Can anybody hear me?” she screamed, “Please, someone let me out of here.”
“Listen, you can put on an act but I know the truth. I’ve been studying them long enough to know.” I pulled out my cell phone and played the video. I turned the screen toward the cell. “This is you, on the subway.” I had seen it enough times to know what was happening just by the sounds. “That’s five men trying to hold you down. You’re not that big of a woman. How do you explain that? It took ten police officers to restrain you and get you off the subway.”
She looked at the screen in terror. “You don’t want to do this.”
“Yes, I do. I need to talk with…”
“With me?” Her eyes turned black. She reached her arm through the cell bars faster than I could blink. She grabbed hold of my arm and squeezed. “What business do you want with me?”
I reached for the switch on the wall but my hand missed the switch entirely. As I attempted to pull away, I could feel her boney fingers dig deeper into my skin. I stared at the switch. It was so close, if I could just reach a smidge further.
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