I know immediately there’s no point trying to escape. Scythe can probably get out, but if Aurelia is here, I can’t leave until I kidnap her to return her to where she rightfully belongs. Ruben takes my spit hood off and wheels me against the wall where there are height measurement lines for my celebrity photo. A guard holds a piece of printed paper just under my chin and I think it says my name and inmate ID. “Say cheese,” gruffs Ruben, holding up a large black camera. “Suck my cock!” I cheer, sticking my tongue out to the side and winking as the flash goes off.
