The dog I still haven’t worked out what to do with. When I open my eyes, I’m met with big brown ones. I wake to the sound of my phone and something wet against my cheek. The speakers come on, and I cover my ears before it begins. I always do the killing.Īnd then they leave them with me. And every visit to the pit can only end one way. Every month, I progress to a new stage of training. It’s the uncertainty of what will come with it this time. I’ve grown accustomed to living in the darkness. And then they lock me in, sacrificing me to the blackness. Before I climb down inside they give me another pill. They open up the door to the pit, and though my body wants to hesitate, my mind is already following orders. I walk with Coyne in front of me and Farrell follows behind. “And for that ye can enjoy an extra day’s accommodation in there.” I jolt out of the ice bath and nearly collapse. I list off the steps to assemble it and then repeat them in reverse. When the lady in the room used to teach us things, she always said I had good attention to detail.įarrell nods in approval and then points at the weapon hanging over his shoulder. I rattle off the ingredients for the bombs they taught us how to make. Every muscle in my body burns from the cold. I grip the edges of the tub and count the seconds in my head. “ O ne more minute.” Farrell glances at his watch.
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