18. Crossing Lines

The two guards who pulled the drunk man off me are now standing on either side of me while we wait for the damned meeting to end.

The drunk man is passed out at my feet. I think he’s been knocked on the head but I’m not certain. I wasn’t focused on paying attention on what was being done to him. I just wanted him to stay away from me.

I’m not as deeply affected by all for his as I thought I’d be. Maybe I’m becoming desensitized to all this; there’s so much happening to me that I don’t care anymore. Perhaps it’ll all hit me much later when I’m back in my room alone but right now I’d be lying if I said that I wanted to break down or cry.

I just want to get out of here.

It’s a long while before Igor strides into the apartment, followed by more guards. The sight of him makes me openly roll my eyes. He walks with this swelled sense of self-importance that is disgusting.

“Dismissed,” he barks. “All of you, fuck off.”

I stand as well though I know he isn’t talking to me. He cuts me a lo