Chapter 26: The Memoir of a Madman

Ava

We sit on metal chairs with our hands tied behind our backs and our feet secured to the legs of the chairs. Nathan, as usual, sits across from us on a cushioned chair, sprawled out languidly as if there wasn’t a thing to be concerned about.

He eyes us, sure we will try something at any moment. But the man was thoroughly prepared. The silver handcuffs holding my mother and I keep us in our human form and weaken us to the point of being nothing more than ordinary.

Jenna’s head lolls to the side, the effect of her iron handcuffs much worse than ours.

Nathan takes a bite of an apple, the juice running down his chin. He doesn’t bother to wipe it off but instead takes another mite.

My stomach rumbles and my mouth is dry. Nicolas enjoys every second of my pain.

I would yell at him, say something witty like, well, I don’t know, but it would be good. However, my mouth is plastered shut with a well-placed piece of tape. This also seems to satisfy Nathan.