".....I deserve at least a little more time with the boy. I DESERVE Thomas, don't I?"
Thomas tries to pretend he didn't just hear that.
.....
The lock clicks. Thomas holds his breath. It feels like he's waiting forever. Slowly, ever so slowly, the door creaks open. Like a horror movie. His green eyes are wide with terror. Mateo's shape fills the doorway. Thomas wants to yell for help but he's frozen. Mateo advances and shuts the door behind him. He's got his gun and his duffel bag. Where's Lavender? It doesn't matter. The man's face is shadowed from view, but you can bet that he's got a sick yellow grin.
He drops the duffel on the floor. Thomas jumps and squirms to the corner of the bed. The man chuckles.
"Don't make a sound. As much as I like to hear you shriek, I can't have you makin' a ruckus." Mateo opens the bag and pulls out a roll of duct tape and a rag. Thomas sniffles.
....."
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