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

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

and humidity hit me like a wall. I stumble, momentarily disoriented by the sudden change

kind of massive greenhouse. Lush

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Lisa: Strango Introductions

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

flowers.

of sweat immediately form on my skin. My simple cotton outfit, so

on us. I trail after her, trying not to trip

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

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

But then what?

momentary surge of hope fades as quickly as it appeared. I have no idea where I am or how to get out of this place. Those endless, identical corridors would

what punishment would await me for trying

shake off the fleeting fantasy of freedom and hurry to catch up with my

a secluded area of the greenhouse, where an equally diminutive old man sits at a table. His beard cascades to his feet, and he peers through spectacles at a newspaper covered in unfamiliar script.

for normal

kind of booster that gets him to the

but I'm too worried about

chair. I stumble, barely catching myself as I fall into the seat. The woman bows to the old man and vanishes, leaving me alone

of sweat forming on my body. I shift in my seat, wishing it was easier to breathe in this

maybe not anywhere. Would rather not be in my

about this old man that puts me at ease. A sense of warmth, of friendliness, radiates

we've never met.

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

be some kind of trick. Maybe they've drugged me. Maybe this whole setup is

security.

of the chair as I force myself

his Ble. 1

to my internal study him, searching for

unhurried as he reads.

movements

by the intensity in his eyes. They're old eyes, yes, but sharp and clear, almost terrifying

voice surprisingly strong and

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