258. Screams

"Let's just say we feel uncomfortable. After what everyone went through, getting locked into a wet coffin is not exactly a normal way of treatment anyway." I said while pinching Henry's leg that was resting on my thighs.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye, and seeing him flinch from the pain made me feel better.

Don't piss someone off only to hand yourself over. I chuckled.

"I... really hate it in there." One of the twins said.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked her. She looked at her sister before answering,

"We didn't know that that was an option..." I put my fork down, and while pinching Henry again, I tapped the table with my free hand.

"You aren't prisoners here; if you don't like something, then tell them. You can always threaten to leave…or really leave."

The twins looked at me as if I were their hero, though they were at least half a decade older than me, making me uncomfortable.