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he smiled up at me, “Now that is more like it,” He breathed, “A compliant demeanor will get you further in this life than the mutinous one you have seemingly adopted.”
‘Mutinous’, ‘defiant’, ‘rebellious’, they were all words that were drilled into our vocabulary from the moment The Supremacy gained their steely control over us. All those words, simple in their classification, but deadly in their denotation. All could get you killed.
One by one, he unclasped the iron restraints that had bound me to the seat.
I rubbed at my wrists, noting that the shackles had already begun to chafe the sensitive tissue. Blisters were beginning to form and hardly any time had passed at all. It brought to mind all the times I had seen prisoners being lead through the Zone like an animal on a leash, blood trickling from their restraints like water from a faucet. It was a slow way to go, the ideal way to go in the eyes of a Keeper.
I was unsure of where to go next, what to say next. Should I try to ignore the seemingly ruthless Keeper that electrocuted my best friend and stole me away, or speak to him. It seemed every time I opened my mouth it landed me in deeper suffering.
It was a way of life to me at that point. If I kept my mouth shut, it would spare me in the short term, but what fun would that be?
My stepmother was forever telling me that I should keep my mouth shut, that nothing I said would change her, change our situation, and that one day my mouth would get me killed. That was probably the only truthful thing she had ever said to me, and she was right. My mouth was a liability, but when you were facing death or a life without light, what did you really have to lose?
My father was a revolutionary, dead or alive his words still rang in my ears, “Never bow your head to them, Rin. It might save your life, but what kind of life would you live with no free will?” Not a life at all, at least not a life I would ever want to live.
Before I knew it, I was engaging the cold Keeper. My voice was tight and hollow, emotion stricken and shaky, “What is your name?” No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t steady my trembles.
He turned to me, pinning me back with his icy blue stare. To us, a Keeper did not have a given name; to use such would have been seen as a blatant disregard for who was in charge. They used our names, but we dared not use theirs.
His jaw twitched as his eyes bored into mine, searching for something, but not saying what. Whatever he found in my eyes, aside from fear, caused his jaw to relax and his eyes to release me. “Declan.” His voice was hard and unyielding in its power as he answered my simple question.
I tried to relax my rigid body into the seatback, an unsuccessful attempt to calm my nerves, “That’s a nice name.” I found myself declaring, “Not what I expected.”
“And what was it that you expected, Erin?”
My body was racked with tension, only allowing a lone chuckle to leave my lips. “I’m not sure, really, something more…”
“Sinister?” He added, finishing my fragmentary thought.
Clearing my throat, I sputtered out a shaky, “Yes.” I tried to shrink away from him, fearing how he would react to my agreement, but he was not having that. He tugged me to him with a force that sent my neck flying backwards.
“Did I say that you could move?” He bit out; his jaw gritting tight once more.
His vehemence surprised me from the beginning. It was almost as if he singled me out. His fervor was tangible in the limited space between us. I could feel the tension rolling off him, to say that added to my anxiety would have been an understatement.
Every move I made, no matter how minute, he noticed. His eyes never left me, even when he wasn’t looking directly at me. Every muscle in my body became tense. For every movement I made, he countered it.
There was no escaping Declan. He had me in his inexorable grasp from the first day he saw me.
I wished there were windows