Chapter Eighteen

Kameron-Age eighteen

“What are you?” The keyholder barks, spit flying into my face. I don’t flinch, I don’t go to wipe it, I do not fucking move. Two years of being here have taught me well. I’ve been turned into exactly what they desire, and in return I have found a reason to keep going.

“I am a weapon!” I bark back.

“And what do you do?”

“I destroy!”

A smirk dances across his face as he prepares his final question. He leans back, finally allowing me some personal space. “And how do you do it?”

“Whatever it takes!”

The words clog my thoughts, a never-ending echo filling every nook and cranny.

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