The door creaked open and Sam threw.
"..."
He looked over and saw magenta icing on his face. He couldn't even smile.
"Samuel-" Robert started. "It's nice to see you opening up like this. See, you're already feeling better about helping me."
"As if," Sam replied.
"You're too weak Sam. We can't work like this," Robert explained. "Tell me how you learn. I can't find it."
"Neither could Damien," Sam spat.
"Hm. Well what do you like?" he asked.
"Damien," Sam replied
"What are some of your hobbies?" Robert asked.
"Talking to Damien," Sam said.
"Do you draw?" Robert asked. "I draw. I like art. Have you done anything in your journal?"
"I don't draw," Sam replied.
"Do you like painting?" he offered.
"No," Sam said.
"Do you like writing? Poetry, maybe?" Robert asked.
Sam remembered Roger's poetry back at Damien's house, cluttering the walls and setting the tone.
Sam started crying again and Robert left.
He didn't want to see Damien before. His house was cluttered and full of notes and studying.
Now he didn't want anything more that to be quizzing Damien on Science or common knowledge.
He looked up after a while to see the door had been left open.
It wasn't too tempting, regardless. Who wanted to get forced into an interaction with a kidnapper. Not Sam, that was for damn sure.
He sat there for a while. There was nothing to do. Why couldn't he have been telepathic or something so he could still talk to his friends or something.
He didn't know if he would die there, or be brainwashed, or what. He didn't really know Robert's exact plans for him. He just hoped he'd see Damien soon.
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Angels
ActionAngels is a completed book that I've been putting a lot of my time into for the last year. The main idea of the book is that it takes place in a world very similqr to ours, but is also inhabited by a race of "Angels" who are extremely hard to tell a...
