Paige hung her head, carefully considering the outcome of the two options that laid bare before her. She had to make decision.
She stared down at the amulet in her hand for a brief moment before gradually lifting her head to face Mr. Reaves.
“Hurry... Time is ticking.” He hissed, tightening his grip with each passing second, until soon, Paige could hear the sound effects of cracking bones in the quietness of the partially darken room.
“Alright, alright!” She pleaded as a tear trickled down her cheek.
The image of a beaten, bruised and bloody “Daemon” on death row, hunted her thoughts.
She released a loud, laboured sigh as she cautiously rose to her feet amidst the shooting pain coursing through her body like electrical shocks.
“I’ve made my decision.”
She slowly approached him.
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