Tangled

Chapter 243

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243 Lisa: Strange Introductions

LISA

Wherever I am, it's huge.

We've taken at least three or four turns, and I've already forgotten how to get back. Was it left

it?

first, or right? The last turn was to our right. Wait... Wten how to get back. Was it left

Shit.

Every time I lag behind, trying to map this place in my head-which is little better than at toddler's scribbling at this point, with my confusion over lefts and rights-the tiny woman turns and scolds me, telling me to pick up my

feet.

Before, I would have given her some sort of smartass comment and maybe even slowed down.

But now, my body feels cold sweat at the idea of making her angry. Even if I'm a prisoner, at least I'm a clean and comfortable prisoner here. I don't want to go back to the previous standard of kidnapping.

So I shut my mouth and hurry behind, wondering how she can be so freaking fast with such tiny legs. She's probably the size of a kindergartener, but faster than a full-grown adult.

What bizarre witchcraft is that?

I force myself to focus on the path ahead, ignoring the endless parade of closed doors lining these stark corridors. No pictures, no decorations, not even a potted plant breaks up the monotony. Just door after identical door, their handles gleaming dully in the harsh overhead lighting.

The silence is oppressive. Our footsteps echo off the bare walls, amplifying the sound until it feels like we're being followed by an army. I resist the urge to look over my shoulder. "Keep up, my tiny guide snaps for what feels like the hundredth time.

I lengthen my stride, closing the gap between us. Seriously though, how can someone so small move so fast?

We round another corner, and I blink in surprise, Windows. Actual windows line this hallway, letting in natural light.

Wow.

The sun.

haven't seen it in

can get a good look outside, my guide veers sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of glass double

a wall. I

Lush

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Lisa: Strango Introductions

air is thick

flowers.

immediately form on my skin. My simple cotton outfit, so comfortable in the air-conditioned halls, now feels

us. I trail after her, trying not to trip

into this indoor jungle, a thought strikes me with the force of a

right now and bolt. My guide is tiny. I could easily outpace her if I

But then what?

have no idea where I am or how to get out of this

would await me for trying

fantasy of freedom and hurry to catch up with

cascades to his feet, and he peers through spectacles at a newspaper covered in

sized for normal

that gets him to the level he needs to reach

I'm too worried

chair. I stumble, barely catching myself as I fall into

us as I watch him sip his tea. The greenhouse's humid air clings to my skin, making me acutely aware of every bead of sweat forming on my body. I shift in my seat, wishing it was easier to breathe in this weather. Actually, I'm just wishing to

rather not be in

at ease. A sense of warmth, of friendliness, radiates from him. It's as if I've known him for

we've never met.

high alert. Instead, I find myself relaxing in his presence, my guard lowering despite my

can't trust it. This comfort, this sense of safety-it has to be some kind of trick. Maybe they've drugged me.

security.

force myself to stay alert. I won't

his Ble. 1

internal study him, searching for any hint of malice or deception. His wrinkled face

unhurried as he reads.

movements

and I'm struck by the intensity in

voice surprisingly strong and deep for such a small

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