The Bone Cutter

Chapter Fifty-five

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Finally gonna try and finish this book lol
Hope you like this. Maybe one more chapter maybe two I don't know but there will be an epilogue as well and I already wrote it and it was a lot of fun to write

Chapter Fifty-five

I knew how it worked. I knew that the moment my name was revealed, there were already a group of officers surrounding our house, waiting to pounce.

There was no running, and I wasn't going to even if I could.

My assurance, was not that Inanis would spare me, but that perhaps, I could challenge the system. I Mirea Dhalmi, was still a Harvester at one point, surely I deserved the right to fight for myself, even if it was most likely not worth the effort.

I knew there wasn't a chance to get out of this, but yet, I couldn't bring myself to accept that I was walking into my own execution.

Inanis wouldn't go against his work. Without a doubt, I was certain he'd go through with plunging a blade into my chest. I don't think he'd want to do it, but that never really mattered what he wanted or didn't want; it was his job, and so, his job he will do.

My father uselessly begged the men putting me in handcuffs to reconsider, as if they were the ones that chose who deserves to be killed or not.

Usually the public would narrow down the options, and Inanis would choose from there. This time, he had no say.

Inanis was just as locked into this as I was.

They have special jets for the victims of the Bone Cutter, and I was no exception. In less than four hours we were in Washington, and I was being escorted to some fancy hotel, where I would be guarded and watched until tomorrow.

None of this surprised me, none of this phased me in the slightest. Even the incredibly expensive hotel room I was locked in was nothing to me. I was used to better with Inanis anyway.

I pace back and forth, trying to understand exactly how I should go about tomorrow. What should I say? How should I say it? What would he say? That's the biggest question.

How will he react when he sees me?

I feel like we haven't seen each other in years, and yet, I know that the moment my eyes land on his face, it will feel like we were apart for merely seconds.

I lay in bed, and wait for the sun to rise. There is no point in trying to sleep, I won't be able to. I'm not nervous, but I'm not stupid either. Inanis will have to kill me tomorrow. I don't think I can get out of it. Even if I could, that would require Inanis to quit his work, and I don't know if I could do that to him.

His job was his life, who am I to take that from him because I denied to do what I was meant to do?

I stare at the ceiling. The bed was somehow too hard underneath me despite my body sinking into the mattress. My body hurt, and as I feel my fingers up my ribcage I can feel each induvial rib poking out like a confession to my own depression.

I haven't really seen my reflection lately. I must look hideous, sick even. I wonder if that will please Inanis. Will he be happy to see that I suffered because I missed him?

Suddenly I hear the click of a lock, and the sound of the door opening to my room.

My mind immediately goes to a dark place, and I look around for something to defend myself with. I've heard of prisoner mistreatment, but I never thought it's happen to a prisoner of Inanis.

I'm a woman, and any man could have his way with me and nobody would ever know, I don't think they would care either.

In the eyes of the country, I committed a sin, and I deserve any punishment coming to me.