“Do you want to know what it felt like, to watch?” Megara’s eyes are so round as she stares at me, the whites are visible. I reach behind my head and grip my own hair. “I was held, like this. The first thing you hear is screaming, but it goes quiet as they begin to suffocate—” Megara’s launch from her seat is so sudden the chair rocks backward. The guard takes two strides and catches her across the chest as she throws herself across the table at me. “You’re an animal. You’re a foul, horrible, heartless bitch—” “Yes. I am.”
