The Alarm 2

I trudged along. Tears rolled down Lucille's face, which was covered with dirt. I glanced at her, but she didn't notice, she was focusing on the locket her grandmother gave her.
After being pulled to the Alarm Headquarters, we stopped. I was thrown into a murky, old, cell, and I couldn't seem to find where they put Lucille.
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I don't even know how many days passed, I wasn't keeping track. But I was worried sick about Lucille. She wasn't anywhere.
Soon enough a guard walked in. He was tall, wearing his green, brown, and orange uniform, and tall black worker boots.
"It's time." He grunted. He glanced at my face then mumbled something. I was terrified but I stumbled along anyways. He took me into a dark room. No windows, a single door, and there was a chair sitting in the middle.
"Sit." He commanded. I sat down and the cuffs closed around my wrists, ankles, waist, and biceps. I knew what would happen if I even TRIED to escape. I'd be shot instantly. It happened to my brother.