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."

observing Debra's lack of

he asked, suddenly standing up. "Go open the

"Huh?"

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

Drake strode

frowned and felt her

Peter whispered, "is

it obvious?" Drake

flinched, silently cursing

carried Debra in his arms and ordered,

scrambled out, hurrying

torture and kill Debra. Now Peter wasn't sure about his

doctor arrived, checking Debra's condition before shaking his head grimly. "Her fever's dangerously high.

scoffed, "It's just a fever.

doctor shot him a glare.

almost

it

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