The walls are daubed in blood-like messages, there’s an empty bed, some handcuffs, and a weird room with what looks like a body on an examining table. “You do this for fun?” I ask, but the others are already racing around the room, finding lock-boxes that will apparently get us out of here. “Don’t worry.” Zach’s arms come around me, and I sway back against him. “I’ll protect you.”
No because he so would protect her
