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."

Debra's

asked, suddenly

"Huh?"

grabbed the keys, and

swung open, Debra remained slumped in the corner. Drake strode forward, yanking her up by the arm. Still, she didn't

frowned and felt her

whispered, "is she

it obvious?" Drake

flinched, silently cursing

Debra in his arms and ordered,

scrambled out, hurrying to

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

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

"It's just a fever. What's the

him a glare.

almost

it

degrees. If this

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