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

guide veers sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of glass double

me like a wall. I

Lush

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Lisa: Strango Introductions

spilling out of planters. The air is thick with the scent of

flowers.

My simple cotton outfit,

marches ahead, seemingly unbothered by the giant blanket of warmth pressing down on us. I trail after her, trying not to trip over the uneven stone

a thought strikes me with the force of a physical blow. I

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

But then what?

am or how to

who knows what punishment would await me for trying

fleeting fantasy of freedom and

beard cascades to his feet, and he

it's sized for normal adult

gets him to the level he needs

laugh, but I'm too worried about

I stumble, barely catching myself as I fall

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.

not anywhere. Would rather not be

this old man that puts me at ease. A sense of warmth, of friendliness, radiates from him. It's as if I've known him

we've never met.

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

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

security.

the arms of the chair as I force myself to stay

his Ble. 1

seemingly oblivious to my internal study him,

unhurried as he reads.

movements

it aside. His gaze meets mine, and I'm struck by the intensity in his eyes. They're old eyes, yes, but sharp and clear, almost terrifying

he says, his voice surprisingly strong

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