In the cabin, Drake rested his face on his hand and stared at the mirror that displayed Debra's every move. "Sir..."

"What do you think she's doing?"

"She..."

Peter looked over and saw Debra curling up in the corner, unmoving.

"Maybe she's scared."

"Scared?"

Drake raised an eyebrow. He'd seen people terrified out of their minds in this same room, but none of them acted like Debra.

That was not fear.

"Make some noise."

"Yes, sir."

Peter went out, and soon after, the muffled sound of women screaming echoed from the adjacent room. Debra, however, remained in the same position. Peter returned. "It's done, sir."

frowned, observing Debra's lack of

mirror tampered with?" he asked, suddenly

"Huh?"

out of it, grabbed the keys, and went to open

it swung open, Debra remained slumped in the corner. Drake strode forward,

and felt

whispered, "is

obvious?"

silently cursing

in his arms and ordered,

Peter scrambled out, hurrying

torture and kill Debra. Now Peter

head grimly. "Her

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